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CHURCH  PSALMODY: 


A COLLECTION  OF 

PSALMS  AND  HYMNS, 

ADAPTED  TO 

PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


SELECTED 

FROM  DR.  WATTS  AND  OTHER  AUTHORS. 


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BOSTON : 

PUBLISHED  BY  T.  R.  MARVIN. 


1842. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the 
year  1831,  by  Perkins  and  Marvin,  in  the  Clerk’s 
Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Massachusetts 


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PREFACE. 


IN  presenting  to  the  public  such  a work  as  this,  it  is  obviously 
proper  that  something  should  be  said  of  the  object  and  expectation 
of  its  compilers.  These  may  be  stated  in  a.  few  words.  It  has 
been  *heir  aim  and  hope  to  make  a selection  of  psalms  and  hymns 
of  a highly  lyrical  character,  in  respect  to  sentiment,  imasterv,  lan* 
guage,  and  structure;  possessing  sufficient  elevation  and  dignity  to 
render  them  specially  adapted  to  public  worship  on  the  Sabbath,, 
and  possessing,  at  the  same  time,  such  a variety  of  subjects  and  me- 
tres, and  such  a degree  of  simplicity,  warmth,  and  animation,  as 
*'  should  render  them  suitable  for  use  in  all  social  religious  meetings. 


tutions  and  labors,  and  to  vi  rious  important  occasions. 

The  two  things  to  be  regarded  in  hymns  for  use  in  public  wor- 
ship, and  by  which  their  lyrical  character  is  to  be  tested,  are  their 
Matter  and  their  Structure.  In  both  these  respects  they  mav  be 
faulty.  Some  remarks  cn  the  requisites  of  good  lyric  poetry  will  be 
made  under  each  of  these  heads. 


and  in  families.  They  have  aimed,  also,  to  render  the  selection 
particularly  copious  in  those  classes  of  hynms  which  are  specially 
adapted  to  this  period  of  revivals  and  of  religious  benevolent  instt- 


As  to  the  Matter  proper  for  lyric  poetry. 

1.  The  aim  of  all  lyric  poetry  should  be  to  express  emotion,  and 
the  sentiments  should  be  such  as  are  adapted  to  this  end.  This  is 
_ the  original  and  natural  office  of  ah  poetry;  and  it  is  more  espe- 
r cialiy  the  natural  office  of  all  poetry  which  is  designed  to  be  used 
in  connection  with  music.  Poetry  itself  is  the  language  of  emo- 
tion ; and  that  only  is  good  lyric  poetry,  which  requires  the  aid  of 
music  to  prodttce  its  full  effect.  A kindred  office  of  lyric  poetry 
is  to  excite  or  increase  emotion  in  the  hearer  or  performer.  Sacred 
* lyric  poetry  may  express  every  class  of  emotions  which  it  is  proper 
for  man  to  express  in  acts  of  worship  ; but  especially  such  as  are 
/ implied  in  ascriptions  of  praise.  It  should  generally  be  addressed 
directly  to  God,  or  else  it  should  consist  of  rehearsals  of  truths  and 
.f,  events,  or  exhortations  and  appeals  to  the  hearts  of  men,  which  are 
directly  adapted  to  turn  the  thoughts  to  God,  and  fill  the  soul  with 
.ft  emotions  towards  him. 

, A judicious  German  writer,  treating  on  the  character  of  lyric 
1 poetry,  remarks  that  “The  church  secures  human  sanctification  by 
two  means — teaching  or  •preaching,  and  the  worship  of  God.  In 
both  these  exercises  the  intellect  and  heart  are  employed,  and  act 
toge'hrr,  but  not  equally.  Preaching  is  chiefly  designed  to  enlighten 
the  understanding,  while  the  principal  aim  of  worship  is  to  warm 
and  purify  the  heart,  and  express  its  emotions.”  To  the  first  of 
these  divisions  of  the  services  of  the  sanctuary  belong  the  reading 
of  the  Scriptures,  exposition,  exhortations,  and  sermons.  To  tha 
second  belong  prayer  and  singing.  Though  these  divisions  should 
be  kept  distinct,  yet  it  very  often  happens,  that  exhortation  or 
preaching  occupies  a large  place  in  the  prayers  and  hymns. 
“Modern  hymns,”  says  the  author  referred  to  above,  “are  not 


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PREFACE. 


lyrical,  but  didactic.  They  only  preach  in  rhyme ; and  thus  they 
reach  the  head,  biT  ‘he  heart.  If,  now,  the  sermon  preaches, 
and  the.  singing  preaov.cs,  and  the  prayer  preaches,  the  monotony 
of  the  service  will  occasion  weariness;  but  if  the  sermon  pieaches. 
and  the  hymn  sings,  and  the  prayer  prays,  there  will  be  a beautiful 
varie  y,  to  exercise  and  interest  all  the  faculties  of  the  soul.”  One 
author  of  hymns  has  filled  a large  book  with  pieces,  most  of  which 
were  written  as  supplements  to  sermons,  and  seem  to  be  little  more 
than  abstracts,  expressed  in  rhyme,  of  the  sentiments  which  had  just 
been  delivered.  As  such,  they  maybe  very  good;  but  they  can 
scarcely  be  considered  as  better  adapted  to  musical  effect,  than  a 
table  of  contents,  or  the  synopsis  of  an  argument.  They^maybe 
set  to  music,  so  that  each  syllable  shall  correspond  to  a note  of  a 
tune,  but  Ihev  cannot  be  sung.  This  forcibly  bringing  syllables  and 
notes  into  contact,  and  pronouncing  them  together,  is  nbt  singing, 
any  more  than  noise  is  music.  Such  hymns  may  contain  excellent 
statements  and  discussions  of  Christian  doctrines  expressed  in 
an  attractive  form,  and  may  be  highly  valuable  to  be  read 
and  treasured  up  in  the  memory  ; but  they  are  in  no  de- 
gree adapted  to  musical  effect.  All  truly  lyrical  poetry,  of  a reli- 
gious character,  has  one  of  these  "two  objects — either  to  be  a channel 
through  which  the  full  sou)  may  pour  forth  its  strong  and  holy  emo- 
tions, or;  to  bring  before  the  mir.d  objects  which,  in  their  nature  and 
aspect,  are  adapted  to  awaken  these  elevated  emotions ; — it  is  to  ex- 
press emotion,  or  to  excite  it. 

2.  The  sentiments  and  imagery  should  be  grave , dignified , and 
ecrnformed  to  the  taste  and  habits  of  the  age.  What  would  be 
suited  to  one  nation  or  age,  or  to  one  state  of  society,  might  be 
wholly  unsuited  to  another.  When  the  feelings  are  addressed,  no 
allowance  can  be  made  for  difference  of  age,  or  nation,  or  habits, 
as  there  may  be  when  the  understanding  is  addressed.  Whatever, 
then,  is  unscriptural,  grovelling,  minute  in  detail,  light,  fanciful, 
incongruous,  or  offensive  to  the  taste  and  feelings,  checks  the  flow 
of  the  soul,  and  detracts  seriously  from  the  effect,  and  should  there- 
fore be  avoided.  If  the  prevailing  taste  is  opposed  to  the  precepts 
and  doctrines  of  the  Bible,  it  should  not,  of  course,  be  humored. 
But,  so  far  as  manner,  imagery,  and  illustration  are  concerned,  it 
should  be  regarded  scrupulously.  Much,  in  these  respects,  which 
would  be  appropriate  and  powerful  in  an  oration,  or  a heroic  poem, 
would  be  utterly  unfit  for  the  dignity  and  holy  excitement  which 
should  always  attend  a hymn  set  to  mudc. 

All  familiar  and  fondling  epithets,  or  forms  of  expression,  applied 
to  either  person  of  the  Godhead,  should  be  avoided,  as  bringing  wi  h 
them  associations  highly  unfavorable  to  pure  devotional  feeling.  A 
similar  remark  should  be  made  respecting  all  hymns  that  wear  the 
aspect  of  condoling  with  the  sinner,  tending  to  divert  his  thoughts 
from  his  eruilt  to  his  calamity,  and  occasioning  in  him  a high  state 
of  agreeable,  sympathetic  excitement.  Scarcely  any  thing  tends 
more  directly  and  powerfully  to  destroy  a deep  conviction  of  guilt, 
or  erects  a more  formidable  barrier  against  the  exercise  of  true  con- 
trition and  humility.  A large  portion  of  those  hymns  which  are 
technically  called  revival  hymns,  are  of  this  character;  and  the 
very  reason,  probably,  why  they  are  so  popular,  is,  that  the  use  of 
them  makes  the  sinner  feel  comfortably,  when  he  ought  to  feel  con- 
demned and  undone. 

3.  Hymns  should  possess  unity.  Not  that  only  one  subject  should 
come  before  the  mind  in  one  hymn.  This  would  he  unnatural,  and 
would  weaken  the  effect.  The  impression  made  by  any  subject  is 
often  deepened  by  viewing  it  in  its  connection  with  others.  Tho 


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V 


effect  of  a hymn  expressive  of  penitence  would  be  increased  by 
glancing  at  the  mercy  of  God,  the  sufferings  of  Christ,  and  the  free 
offer  of  pardon.  Still,  all  the  subjects  brought  into  a hyn.n  should 
be  of  such  a character,  and  so  connected,  as  to  form  one  group, 
strike  the  mind  at  one  view,  and  conspire  to  produce  one  effect. 

4.  Every  line  should  be  full  of  meaning.  At  every  syllable,  the 
mind' should  feel  that  it  is  making  progress,  taking  some  new  view, 
or  receiving  some  additional  or  deeper  impression.  The  whole 
hymn  should  be  the  overflowing  of  a full  soul,  unable  any  longer 
to  contain  its  emotions.  An  unmeaning  line  or  word,  thrown  in  to 
make  out  the  rhyme  or  measure,  is  like  a dead  limb  on  a living 
body — a cumbrous  deformity,  better  amputated  than  retained.  A 
hymn  in  long  metre  generally  possesses  less  vivacity,  and  is  sung 
with  less  ease  and  spirit,  than  one  in  short  metre,  principally  be- 
cause the  stanza  in  short  metre  expresses  as  much  of  thought  and 
feeling  in  twenty-six  syllables,  as  the  stanza  in  long  metre  does  in 
thirty-two.  In  many  instances  in  this  book,  hymns  in  long  metre 
have  been  changed  into  common  or  short  metre,  by  merely  disen- 
cumbering the  lines  of  their  lifeless  members. 

Under  the  head  of  Structure , the  following  characteristics  are 
mentioned  as  being  essential  to  good  lyric  poetry  : — 

h Plain  style,.  All  inversions  and  artificial  arrangement  of  the 
words,  ail  parenthetical,  involved,  or  otherwise  intricate  clauses, 
together  with  all  long  sentences,  and  ambiguous  and  obscure  words, 
are  to  be  avoided.  Even  those  arrangements  of  words  and  clauses, 
and  those  full  periods,  which  would  be  perfectly  intelligible,  and 
might  give  beau'y  and  strength  to  a composition  which  is  to  be  read 
or  spoken,  may  be  wearisome,  unintelligible,  and,  of  course,  desti- 
tute of  all  lyrical  effect,  when  sung.  For  the  purpose  of  conveying 
his  meaning,  and  giving  force  to  what  he  utters,  the  speaker  may 
avail  himself  freely  of  tones,  inflections,  pauses,  and  an  otherwise 
varied  enunciation  : and  a single  performer,  or  a well-disciplined 
and  careful  choir,  may  accompli-h  something  in  the  same  way,  in 
singing ; bu*  singers  generally  must,  from  the  nature  of  the  case,  be 
very  much  cramped  in  these  respects.  A simple,  uninvolved  style 
is  the  natural  one  for  impa-sioned  poetry  as  well  as  for  oratory. 

2.  Every  sentence  should  be  constructed  so  as  to  express  eniction. 
Every  thing  in  the  form  of  reasoning,  logical  statement  or  inference, 
explanation  or  discussion,  requires  a state  of  mind  wholly  incon- 
sistent with  that  holy  and  devout  excitement  implied  in  sacred  music. 

3.  Sentences  and  clauses  should  contain,  as  far  as  is  practicable 
without  occasioning  a stiff  and  tedious  uniformity,  complete  <ense 
in  themselves.  A succession  of  clauses  hound  together  by  weak 
connectives,  exhausts  the  performer,  by  allowing  no  opportunity  for 
pausing  ; whi'e,  by  multiplying  unmeaning  words,  and  keeping  the 
mind  too  long  on  the  same  course,  it  also  wearies  the  hearer.  It 
contributes  greatly  to  the  spirit  and  force  of  the  hymn,  as  well  as 
to  the  ease  of  the  performer,  to  throw  off  rapidly,  in  a concise  form, 
one  thought  after  another,  each  complete  in  itself,  and  with  each  be- 
ginning a new  rhetorical  chiu-e. 

4.  The  struc'ure  of  each  stanza  should  he  sUCb  that  the  mind 

shall  perceive  the  meaning  immediately.  All  hypothetical  clauses, 
placed  at  the  beginning,  or  other  clauses  containing  positions 
or  arguments  having  reference  to  some  conclusion  which  is 
to  follow,  are  to  be  avoided.  They  contain  no  meaning  in 

themselves,  and  bring  nothing  before'  the  mind  expressive  or 
productive  of  feeling,  till  the  performer  reaches  the  important 
words  at  the  close  of  perhaps  the  second  or  fourth  line.  The 


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vi 

only  method  of  wading  through  such  lines,  set  to  music,  is  for  the 
performer  to  suspend  all  thought  and  feeling,  and  struggle  hard  and 
patiently,  till  he  shall  come  to  the  light.  The  first  word  should,  if 
possible,  express  something  in  its-elf,  and  every  word  should  add  to 
it.  But,  from  a spirited  clause  at  the  beginning,  the  mind  may  de- 
rive an  impulse  which  shall  carry  it  through  a heavy  one  that  may 
follow.  Clauses,  however,  which  follow  the  main  one,  to  qualify 
it,  connected  by  a relative,  are  always  heavy  and  injurious. 

5.  The  words  should  be  easy  of  enunciation,  and  capable  of 
being  dwelt  upon,  vvi'hout  seeming  harsh  or  unnatural.  Difficult 
and  unpleasant  combinations  of  consonants  ; all  successions  of  words 
and  syllables  in  which  the  same  sound  frequently  occurs;  long 
words,  where  all  thought  and  feeling  must  stand  still,  like  specta- 
tors, while  four  or  five  syllables  are  drawn  out  to  as  many  minims 
or  semibreves ; and  all  slender  syllables,  on  which  the  voice  can- 
not dwell  without  distorting  them,  especially  if  two  or  three  of 
them  occur  together,  or  in  an  important  part  of  the  line, — are  great 
defects  in  a hymn,  if  they  do  not  entirely  destroy  its  vigor.  To 
express  the  whole  thought  in  one  syllable  is,  of  course,  much  more 
forcible  than  to  express  it  in  many.  The  best  orators  and  the  best 
poets  abound  in  monosyllables. 

6.  The  pauses  should  be  arranged  with  reference  to  effect.  There 
should  be  a pause  at  the  end  of  each  l:ne.  The  music  is  generally 
adapted  to  more  or  less  of  a cadence  at  that  point,  and,  as  his  own 
ease  requires  it,  the  performer  will  naturally  make  one  there.  If, 
therefore,  the  nominative  comes  at  the  end  of  one  line,  and  the  verb 
at  the  beginning  of  the  next,  the  lines,  when  sung,  must  make  non- 
sense. If  the  performer  attempts  to  run  the  lines  together,  and 
preserve  the  connection,  the  measure  of  the  line,  the  returning 
rhyme,  the  length  of  the  sentence,  and  the  cadence  of  the  music, 
all  demanding  a pause,  but  being  violated  together,  will  render  the 
performance  unnatural,  and  produce  a harshness  worse,  perhaps, 
than  nonsense.  If  long  pauses  are  introduced  within  the  line,  they 
should  be  at  or  before  the  middle  ; and  never,  unless  to  secure  some 
peculiar  expression,  near  the  end.  Even  the  short  pause  following 
an  address,  which  may  occur  any  where  else,  should  not  be  admitted 
there. 

7.  The  accented  parts  of  the  stanza  should  correspond  with  the 
accented  notes  of  the  tune.  The  want  of  this  is  a defect  of  more 
frequent  occurrence  in  hymns  than  any  other.  Articles  or  con- 
junctions, or  the  lightest  syllables  in  important  words,  are  often  so 
placed,  that,  in  the  regular  movement  of  the  tune,  they  are  pro- 
nounced on  the  longest  and  most  accented  notes;  while  the  more 
important  words  and  syllables,  by  their  side,  fall  on  the  weakest 
and  most  unaccented  notes.  The  judicious  singer,  in  such  cases,  may 
be  able,  to  some  extent,  to  accommodate  the  music  to  the  words; 
but  ordinary  choirs  will  entirely  destroy  the  meaning  and  force  of 
the  poetry.  Such  a misplacing  of  the  accent,  such  a swelling  upon 
the  unimportant  syllables,  and  such  a depression  of  the  important 
ones,  is  as  unfavorable  to  all  beauty  and  force,  and  as  utterly  non- 
sensical. in  singing,  as  in  reading  or  speaking. 

8.  The  several  stanzas  of  a hymn  should  possess  a good  degree 
of  uniformity , as  to  measure,  accent,  and  pauses.  If  each  stanza 
were  to  be  sung  to  a tune  made  specially  for  it,  their  structure  might 
be  ever  so  diverse  without  inconvenience;  but,  as  they  are  all  to 
be  sung  to  the  same  tune,  it  is  obvious  that  all  the  stanzas  should  be 
similar  to  each  othei,  aud  regularly  conformed  to  the  measure 
adopted. 

9.  Each  stanza,  and  the  whole  hymn,  should  be  so  constructed, 


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VII 


that  the  importance  of  the  sentiments,  the  force  of  expression,  the 
emotion,  and  the  general  effect  of  the  piece,  shall  be  increasing 
through  to  the  end.  A sinking,  retrograde  movement,  is  worse,  if 
possible,  in  lyric  poetry,  than  in  oratory. 

It  is  not  claimed  for  the  psalms  and  hymns,  in  this  collection,  that 
they  are  entirely  free  from  the  faults  that  have  now  been  referred 
to.  Perhaps  no  hymn  could  be  found  in  the  English  language,  in 
which  seme  of  these  faults  might  not  be  defected.  The  writers  of 
sacred  devotional  poetry  seem  to  have  thought  very  little  of  adapting 
it  to  musical  purposes.  Had  they  felt  the  impor'ance  of  this,  and 
turned  their  thought  to  it,  much"  the  larger  p«rt  of  all  the  irreg- 
ularities now  found  in  their  hymns  might  very  easily  have  been 
avoided.  Now,  many  of  thpm  cannot  be  removed,  without  render- 
ing the  pieces  disagreeably  stiff,  or  breaking  down  their  whole 
fabric.  In  compiling  this  book,  the  principles  just  laid  down  have 
been  kept  constantly  in  view,  and,  in  innumerable  instances,  such 
faults  as  have  here  been  noticed  have  been  corrected.  The  fact  that 
some  imperfections,  of  various  kinds,  must  remain,  is  no  reason  why 
they  should  not  be  rendered  as  few  as  possible. 

In  noticing  the  sources  from  which  the  materials  for  this  book 
have  been  drawn,  it  may  be  stated  that,  besides  the  version  of  the 
psalms  by  Dr.  Watts,  and  those  versions  that  preceded  his,  and  those 
of  some  authors  of  less  note,  made  since  his  time,  use  has  been 
made  of  two  nearly  entire  version',  and  ont  very  exten  ive  collec- 
tion, recently  published  in  England.  Versions  of  many  single 

Esalms  have  been  found  scattered  through  the  several  collei lions  of 
ymns  which  have  been  examined.  In  selecting  the  hymns,  in  ad- 
dition to  the  hymn-books  used  by  the  various  denominations  of 
Christians  in  the  United  S'ates,  the  compilers  have  examined  eight 
or  ten  extensive  genera!  collections  of  hymns,  besides  a large  number 
of  smaller  collections  published  in  England,  and  which  have  never 
been  republished,  or  for  sale,  in  this  country.  In  these  and  other 
works,  they  suppose  that  they  have  examined  nearly  all  the  good 
lyric  poetry  in  the  English  language. 

" The  number  of  metrical  pieces  of  the  psalms  is  454,  and  the 
number  of  the  hymns  731,  making  1185  in  all.  Of  these,  421  are 
from  Dr.  Watts,  who  has,  undoubtedly,  written  more  good  psalm* 
and  hymns,  of  a highly  lyrical  character,  than  any  o'her  author, 
and  to  whom  the  church  is  indebted,  probably,  for  nearly  half  of 
all  the  valuable  lyric  poetry  in  the  language.  The  names  nt  the 
several  authors,  when  known,  or  the  collec'ions  from  which  the 
pieces  have  been  taken,  are  given  in  the  :ndex  to  the  first  lines. 

In  selecting  and  arranging  these  materials,  the  compilers  have 
aimed  to  make  a hymn-book  of  a thoroughly  evangelical  character, 
in  doctrine  and  spirit,  and  as  highly  lyrical  as  the  materials,  with 
such  labor  as  could  be  bestowed  upon  them,  would  permit.  They 
have,  accordingly,  rejected  a large  amount  of  religious  poetry,  ex- 
cellent in  itself,  so  far  as  the  sentiments  and  language  are  concerned, 
and  aimed  to  select  only  such  pieces  as  ae  adapted  to  be  As 

the  same  piece  was  often  found  wi'h  important  variations,  in  dif- 
ferent books,  they  have  aimed  to  select  that  copy  which  seemed  best 
sui’ed  to  the  design  of  this  work,  without  inquiring  how  'he  author 
originally  wrote  it.  They  have  treated  the  hymns  whioh  have 
come  before  them  as  public  property,  which  th’ev  had  a right  to 
modify  and  use  up  according  to  their  own  judgment.  Omissions 
abridgments,  alterations  and  changes  in  'he  arrangement  of  the 
stanzas  have,  therefore,  been  made  with  freedom,  whenever  it  ap 
peared  that  the  piece  could  thereby  be  improved.  These  alterations 


Till 


PREFACE. 


have  been  made  principally  to  avoid  prosaic  and  unimpassioned 
passages ; low  or  otherwise  unsuitable  imagery  or  expression  : ab- 
rupt transitions;  unmeaning  ami  cumbrous  words  and  clauses  ; long, 
complicated,  and  obscure  sentences ; feeble  connectives  ; long  words, 
and  harsh  and  slender  syllables;  a wrong  position  of  the  accent  and 
pauses  ; the  anticlimactic  structure ; and  a disagreements  the  form 
and  rhythm  of  the  several  stanzas. 

A considerable  number  of  pieces,  possessing  less  of  a lyrical 
character  than  is  desirable,  have  been  retained  ; par'ly  because  the 
subjects  were  important,  and  nothing  better  on  them  could  be  found  ; 
and  partly  because,  though  not  well  adapted  to  public  worship  gen- 
erally, hey  might  be  useful  on  special  occasions,  or  for  families  and 
individuals. 

On  some  important  topics,  it  may  be  asked  why  so  few  pieces  have 
been  inserted.  The  reply  must  be,  that,  on  such  topics,  all  have 
been  inserted,  which  could  be  found,  that  seemed  worthy  of  a place. 
Not  one  hymn,  in  all  respects  good,  on  any  useful  topic,  has  been 
designedly  omitted.  If  it  is  asked  why  so  large  a portion  of  the 
pieces  are  so  short,  the  reply  is  similar — that  all  of  each  piece  was 
inserted  that  seemed  worth  inserting;  and  it  was  not  thought  worth 
while  to  print  poor  stanzas  for  the  sake  of  increasing  their  number. 
Besides,  four  and  five  stanzas  are,  in  ordinary  cases,  as  much  as 
can  be  sung  with  ease  or  profit.  Singing,  of  all  the  exercises  of 
public  worship,  should  least  be  protracted  so  as  to  become  weari- 
some, as  it  necessarily  must  be,  when  six  or  eight  stanzas  are  given 
out. 

In  the  arrangement,  it  was  thought  best,  for  various  reasons,  to 
preserve  the  ptalms  separate,  as  has  been  done  heretofore,  in  the 
books  most  commonly  used.  In  the  index  of  subjects,  the  psalms 
are  arranged  under  the  appropriate  heads  with  the  hymns.  The 
several  parts  of  each  psalm  have  been  arranged  according  to  their 
me're,  and  are  numbered  on  continuously  throughout,  in  the  most 
simpie  manner.  In  arranging  the  hymns,  those  heads  were  selected 
which,  it  was  thought,  would  most  easily  cover  the  whole  ground, 
and  run  into  each  other  the  least.  They  follow  each  other  in  what 
seemed  the  most  natural  order.  The  hymns,  under  each  of  the 
general  a d subordinate  heads,  are  in'ended  to  be  so  arranged,  that, 
while  they  are  read  in  course,  the  mind  shall  be  steadily  advancing 
in  the  ub’iect.  The  arrangement  is  certainly  imperfect ; yet,  prob- 
ably, few  who  examine  it  will  see  so  many  imperfections  in  it  as 
they  saw  who  made  it.  It  is  doubtful  whether,  while  hymns  pos- 
sess" so  little  unity,  any  such  arrangement  can  be  adop'ed,  as  that 
many  hymns  may  not,  wi’h  about  equal  propriety,  be  placed  under 
any  one  of  two  or  three  different  heads.  In  the  index  of  subject# 
here,  they  are  so  placed. 

The  number  of  tunes  from  which  the  selection  has  b°en  made  is 
limi’el,  and  such  have  been  chosen  as  are  not  only  appropriate  in 
their  general  spiri*  and  movement,  but  whose  accent  and  pauses  cor- 
respond wi'h  'lio«e  of  thj  several  stanzas  to  be  sung.  Often,  the 
tune  prefixed  merely  indicates  th-  class  of  tunes  to  be  used.  Others 
would  be  equally  appropria'e.  Different  choirs,  or  different  cir- 
cumstances, may  render  it  expe'ient  to  use  different  tunes.  Judg- 
ment should  be  exercised,  and  time,  place,  occasion,  &c.,  shoula 
be  consulted. 

To  indica'e,  to  some  extent,  the  manner  of  performance,  those 
marks  for  musical  expression  have  been  used  which  are  commonly 
employed  in  music-books,  and  with  which  choirs  are  generally  ac- 
quainted, rather  titan  any  arbitrary  signs. 


PREFACE. 


IX 


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pxamssxmo, 
piano , 

mezzo  piano, 
mezzo, 


mezzo  forte, 
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fortissimo , 
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inverted  swell, 
dolce , 
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very  soft, 
soft. 

a little  soft. 

middle — neither  loud  nor  soft.  This 
mark  is  also  applicable  to  those 
hymns  or  passages  which  now  have 
no  mark, 
a little  loud, 
loud. 

very  loud. 

increasing,  louder  and  louder, 
diminishing,  softer  and  softer, 
increasing  and  then  diminishing, 
diminishing  and  then  increasing, 
in  a gentle,  smooth,  gliding  manner 
with  deep  and  tender  feeling, 
short,  distinct,  articulate, 
gradually  becoming  slower  and  softer 
to  the  end. 

used  at  the  beginning  of  a line,  to 
contradict  any  mark  of  musical  ex- 

fression  which  has  gone  before  it. 
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end,  it  signifies  a pause,  longer  or 
shorter,  according  to  the  judgment 
of  the  performer. 


The  marks  for  musical  expression  have  been  prefixed,  in  general, 
with  reference  to  the  tunes  named.  The  same  psalm  or  hymn, 
sung  to  a different  tune,  might  often  require  some  variation  of  the 
expression. 

After  all  which  can  be  done,  directions  for  musical  expression 
must  be  merely  hints,  by  which  the  general  character  of  the  ex- 
pression to  be  given  is  indicated.  The  various  kinds  and  degrees 
of  the  emotions  to  be  expressed,  requiring  a corresponding  variation 
of  the  manner  of  performance,  are  so  numerous,  and  so  complicated 
in  their  nature,  that  only  a ready  susceptibility  of  emotion,  joined 
to  good  taste  and  judgment,  and  careful  attention  to  the  subject,  can 
secure  a correct  manner  of  singing. 

In  the  index  to  the  first  lines,  as  well  as  in  that  to  the  subjects, 
the  psalms  and  hymns  are  brought  together  without  distinc- 
tion, and  the  reference  is  uniformly  to  the  page.  In  the  latter 
index,  the  different  subjects  are  not  inserted  under  words  arbitrarily 
selected,  and  placed  in  alphabetical  order,  but  under  the  principal 
and  subordinate  topics  of  the  arrangement  in  the  book,  thus  bring- 
ing all  the  psalms  and  hymns  on  the  same  or  kindred  topics  near 
each  other  in  the  index,  so  as  to  be  easily  found.  This  is  believed 
to  be  the  most  convenient  plan  for  such  an  index. 

With  these  remarks  and  explanations,  this  work,  on  which  the 
compilers  have  bestowed  much  time  and  labor,  and  in  which  they 
have  found  much  pleasure,  is  now  given  to  the  churches  for 
their  use. 

LOWELL  MASON, 
DAVID  GREENE, 

Boston,  August,  1831. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Page. 

ABOVE  these  heavens’  created  rounds Watts.  95 

According  to  thy  word Wrangham.  J14 

Again,  indulgent  Lord,  return Dobell's  Coll.  435 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave Pratt's  Coll.  454 

Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest 448 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light Barbauld.  449 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man Epis.  Coll.  276 

Ah,  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart Steele.  381 

Alas  l and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Watts.  321 

Alas  1 what  hourly  dangers  rise Steele.  420 

All-glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise Epis.  Coll.  278 

All  nail,  incarnate  God „ Scott.  477 

All  hail  the  great  Immanuel’s  name Duncan.  315 

All  power  and  grace  to  God  belong Pratt's  Coll.  199 

All  power  is  to  our  Saviour  given 473 

All-powerful,  selflexistent  God Methodist  Coll.  259 

All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord Wrangham.  198 

All  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice Walts.  245 

All  ye  who  feel  distressed  for  sin Pratt's  Coll.  359 

All  ye  who  serve  the  Lord  with  fear Wrangham.  72 

All  yesterday  is  gone Pratt's  Coll.  3S5 

Almighty  Father,  God  of  grace Pratt's  Coll.  370 

Almighty  Father,  gracious  Lord Steele,  533 

Almighty  Father  of  mankind Logan.  512 

Almighty  God,  eternal  Lord Pratt's  Coll.  456 

Almighty  Lord,  ire  fore  thy  throne Epis.  Coll.  531 

Almighty  Maker,  God Watts.  563 

Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame Steele.  98 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies Walts.  47 

Almighty  Spirit,  now  behold Pratt's  Coll.  468 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel’s  current  flows Barlow.  229 

Am  1 a soldier  of  the  cross Walts.  419 

Am  I an  Israelite  indeed Beddome.  403 

Amid  displays  of  wrath  and  love Pratt's  Coll.  369 

Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state Pratt's  Coll.  266 

Amid  thy  wrath  remember  love Wyatts.  97 

Among  th’  assemblies  of  the  great Watts.  145 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods Walts.  152 

And»am  I born  to  die  ? Lutheran  Coll.  519 

And  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God Pratt's  Coll.  442 

And  arc  we  wretches  yet  alive Watts.  372 

And  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone? Kelly.  421 

And  art  thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord Doddrvlge.  391 

And  can  mine  eyes  without  a tear? Heginbotham.  322 

And  can  mv  heart  aspire  so  high? Steele.  390 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just  ?. Steele . 301 

And  dost  thou  sav,  4 Ask  what  thou  wilt’  ? Newton.  405 

And  must  this  body  die? Watts.  518 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  xi 

Pape. 

And  now  another  week  begins Kelly.  446 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year Montgomery's  Coll.  550 

And  shall  1 sit  alone  ? Beddome.  401 

And  shall  not  Jesus  hear? Newton.  488 

And  why  do  our  admiring  eyes Doddridge.  332 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  ? Watts.  145 

And  will  the  great,  eternal  God  ? Doddridge.  542 

And  will  the  Jud^e  descend  ! Doddridge.  523 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend.. Steele.  334 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory..... Pratt's  Coll.  289 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away Gibbons.  310 

Another  day  is  past Curtis's  Coll.  560 

Another  six  days’  work  is  done Stennett.  447 

Are  sinners  now  so  hardened  grown. Walts.  57 

Arise,  arise,  with  joy  survey Pratt  s Coll.  474 

Arise,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace Pratt's  Coll.  472 

Arise  in  all  thy  splendor,  Lord. Slinn.  470 

Arise,  my  gracious  God Watts.  62 

Arise,  my  soul,  on  wings  sublime bratt.  St.  Coll.  424 

Arise,  my  tender  thoughts,  arise Doddridge.  280 

Arise,  O God,  with  just  disdain Pratt’s  Coll.  47 

Arise,  O Kingr  of  grace,  arise Witts.  222 

Arise,  O Lord,  lift  up  thine  hand Wrangham.  53 

Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  109 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake H.  F.  Burder's  Coll.  471 

Ascend  thv  throne,  Almighty  King Beddome.  470 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams Tate  and  Brady.  101 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command Pratt' Coll.  481 

Attend,  O earth,  when  God  declares Tate  and  Brady.  39 

At  thy  command,  O gracious  Lord Watts.  444 

Author  of  good,  to  thee  we  turn Merrick.  500 

Awake  ana  sing  the  song Hammond.  323 

Awake,  awake  each  sluggish  soul Pratt's  Coll.  511 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song Pratt's  Coll.  324 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun Kenn.  555 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve Doddridge.  418 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise Barlow.  192 

Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring Needham.  261 

Awake,  our  drowsy  souls Scolt.  449 

Awake,  our  souls, — away,  our  fears H'alts.  417 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes Doddridge.  551 

Awake,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King Watts.  225 

Awaked  from  sin’s  delusive  sleep More.  378 

BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth Epis.  Coll.  569 

Be  thou  exalted,  O my  God Watts  120 

Be  thou,  O God,  exalted  high Tate  and  Brady.  119 

Before  Jehovah’s  awful  throne Watts.  176 

Before  the  heavens  were  spread  a>road Watts.  291 

Begin,  my  soul,  th’  exalted  lay Ogilvie.  243 

Behold  his  wondrous  grace...*. Pratt's  Coll.  224 

Behold  how  the  Lord Pratt's  Coll.  476 

Behold,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound Doddridge.  548 

Behold,  the  blest  Redeemer  comes Watts.  99 

Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive Watts.  298 

Behold  the  gift  of  God Haskins.  307 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb Watts . 313 

A 


xii  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Page. 

Behold  the  grace  appears Watts.  287 

Behold  the  heathen  waits  to  know Voice.  481 

Behold  the  King  of  Zion  rise Pratl's  Coll.  70 

Behold  the  lofty  sky Watts.  68 

Behold  the  morning  sun Wails.  69 

Behold  the  Saviour'of  mankind Pratt's  Coll.  302 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone Watts.  201 

B°hold  the  throne  of  grace Newton.  407 

Behold  thy  waiting  servan*,  Lord Watts.  207 

Behold  us,  Lord,  with  humbie  fear Pratt's  Coll.  45 

Behold  what  condescending  love Doddridge.  438 

Behold  what  pity  touched  the  heart Watts.  317 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace Waffs.  388 

Behold  where  in  a mortal  form Pratt's  Coll.  298 

Beneath  our  feet,  and  o’er  our  head Pratt's  Coll.  547 

Bestow,  O Lord,  upon  our  youth Cowper.  504 

Bless,  O my  soul,  the  living  God Watts.  181 

Bless  our  God,  his  grace  confessing Pratt's  Coll.  134 

Bless’d  Jesus,  while  in  mortal  flesh Doddridge.  411 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see Waffs.  408 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace Brail.  St.  Coll.  223 

Blest  are  the  souls,  who  hear  and  know Watts.  157 

Blest  are  the  undefiled  in  heart Waffs.  203 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love Cennick.  414 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God Waffs.  421 

Blest  be  the  Lord, — the  God  of  love Wrangham.  133 

Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  heard  my  prayer Dwight.  85 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds Pawrett.  412 

Blest  be  thou,  O God  of  Israel Epis.  Coll.  496 

Blest  Comforter  divine Pratt's  Coll.  348 

Blest  day,  when  our  ascended  Lord Pratt's  Coll.  341 

Blest  is  the  man,  forever  blest Waffs.  90 

B!“st  is  the  man,  who  shuns  the  place Watts.  37 

Blest  is  the  man,  whom  thou,  O Lord. . . .Tate  and  Brady.  166 

Blest  is  the  man,  whose  softening  heart Barbaula.  538 

Bl^st  is  the  man,  whose  tender  care Waffs.  100 

Blest  Jesus, — when  my  soaring  thoughts Ileginbotham.  329 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays Waffs.  310 

Blest  who  with  generous  pity  glows Pratt's  Coll.  100 

Blest  work — the  youthful  mind  to  win Pratt's  Coll.  504 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed Pratt's  Coll.  442 

Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above Pratt's  Coll.  348 

Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn Montgomery.  290 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God Waffs.  293 

Bright  Source  of  everlasting  love Boden.  537 

Brightness  of  the  Father’s  glory Pratt's  Coll.  324 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death Watts.  351 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night Waffs.  279 

CAN  sinners  hope  for  heaven Pratt's  Coll.  352 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  ceas«  to  languish Col  Iyer.  545 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King Cennick.  423 

Children,  to  your  Creator,  God Waffs.  502 

Christ  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme Waffs.  335 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day.  Our Pratt's  Coll.  311 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day.  Sons  of  men  Pratl's  Coll.  312 
Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies C.  Wesley.  307 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  xiii 

Page. 

Cleanse  me,  O Lord — and  cheer  my  soul Watts.  113 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God Pratt's  Coll.  326 

Come,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord. ..  .Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  118 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light Beddome.  340 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day Dobell.  448 

Come,  divine  and  peaceful  guest H.  F.  Burder’s  Coll.  346 

Come,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell Watts.  406 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove Brown.  343 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God Watts.  281 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls Watts.  357 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  come  from  on  high Reed's  Coll.  439 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  inspire  our  songs Pratt's  Coll.  324 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind.  .H.  F.  Burder's  Coll.  344 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; Let  thy Hart.  342 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  With  energy Rippon's  Coll.  341 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove Watts.  343 

Come,  humble  souls,  ye  mourners,  come Heginbotham.  430 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord Pratt's  Coll.  417 

Come,  let  our  voices  join Pratt's  Coll.  539 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise Watts.  167 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs Watts.  3.c6 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above Leed’s  Coll.  430 

Come,  let  us  join  our  souis  to  God Montgomery' s Coll.  415 

Come,  let  us  join  with  sweet  accord De  Courcy’s  Coll.  447 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes Watts.  297 

Come,  O my  soul,  in  sacred  lays Black/ock.  270 

Come,  O thou  King  of  all  thy  saints Steele.  452 

Come,  O ye  saints,  your  voices  raise Steele.  88 

Come,  Sacred  Spirit,  from  above Doddridge.  343 

Come,  said  Jesus’  sacred  voice Pratt’s  Coll.  359 

Come — sound  his  praise  abroad Watts.  163 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King Dobell's  Coll.  263 

Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit Pratt’s  Coll.  457 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  oppressed Steele.  359 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord Watts.  422 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched Hart.  361 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord Border.  266 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour’s  name Steele.  458 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord lFatts.  209 

Create,  O God,  my  powers  anew Steele.  435 

Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessings Prait's  Coll.  202 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy..  Fitzgerald's  Coll.  576 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust Montgomery.  474 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders Newton.  521 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above..... Watts.  296 

Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat Steele.  498 

Dear  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be Doddridge.  371 

Dear  Lord,  accept  a sinful  heart Cowper.  433 

Dear  Lord,  and  will  thy  purdoning  love Dobell's  Coll.  334 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul Steele.  497 

Dear  Saviour,  we  are  thine Doddridge.  409 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall Steele.  375 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  hath  made Steele.  306 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record Walls.  135 

Defend  me,  Lord,  from  shame Tate  and  Brady.  89 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be.... Lutheran  Coll.  375 


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Page. 

Did  Christ  o’er  sinners  weep Beddome.  374 

Didst  thou,  dear  Saviour,  suffer  shame Kirham.  402 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord 460 

Do  not  I love  thee,  0 my  Lord Doddridge.  329 

Down  from  his  lofty  throne  on  high Pratt's  Coll.  177 

Dread  Jehovah — God  of  nations Epis.  Coll.  530 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song Walts.  557 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay Watts.  124 

E’er  I sleep,  for  every  favor.../. Jowett's  Call.  561 

Eternal  Father,  God  of  love C.  Wesley.  415 

Eternal  God — Almighty  Cause Brown.  151 

Eternal  God— celestial  King Wrangham.  120 

Eternal  God,  I bless  thy  name.... Doddridge.  549 

Eternal  God,  our  wondering  souls Doddridge.  424 

Eternal  power,  Almighty  God Steele.  265 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy Doddridge.  531 

Eternal  Source  of  joys  divine Steele.  387 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth Pratt's  Coll.  349 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess Walts.  339 

Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness ...Pratt’s  Coll.  493 

Eternal  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise Watts.  258 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand Steele.  525 

Exalted  Prince  of  life,  we  own Doddridge.  315 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God Walls.  175 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss Turner.  383 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence Walls.  382 

Faith,  ’tis  a precious  grace Beddome.  382 

Faithful,  O Lord,  thy  mercies  are Montgomery's  Coll.  268 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known Watts.  110 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone Watts.  451 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night Steele.  526 

Far  from  the  world,  O Lora,  1 flee Cowper.  490 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines Watts.  285 

Father,  1 sing  thy  wondrous  grace Watts.  135 

Father  of  all,  in  whom  alone Wesley's  Coll.  345 

Father  of  glory,  to  thy  name Pratt's  Coll.  269 

Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound Pratt's  Coll.  269 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love Colly er.  377 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  house Doddridge.  464 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word Steete.  254 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace Doddridge.  538 

Father  of  peace,  and  God  of  love Doddridge.  408 

Father,  to  thee  our  souls  we  lift Epis.  Coll.  344 

Father,  whate’er  of  earthly  bliss Steele.  400 

Firm  and  unmoved  are  they Watts.  216 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands Watts.  321 

Firmly  I stand  on  Zion's  hill Swain.  429 

Fixed  on  the  sacred  hills Pratt's  Coll.  153 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say Watts.  56 

Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord Watts.  237 

Forever  shall  my  song  record Walts.  156 

For  thee,  O God,  our  constant  praise Tate  and  Brady.  126 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love Epis.  Coll.  532 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns .Brown.  461 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies Watts.  1ST 


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Prom  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts ....Walts.  219 

From  earliest  dawn  of  life Pratt's  Coll.  503 

From  Greenland’s  icy  mountains Heber.  465 

From  lowest  depths  of  wo Tale  and  Brady.  220 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high Hawes.  353 

GIRD  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince Watts.  105 

Gird  thy  sword  on,  mhjhty  Saviour Reed's  Coll.  475 

Give  me  the  wings  of  with,  to  rise Watts.  501 

Give  thanks  to  God — he  reigns  above Watts.  189 

Give  thanks  to  God — invoke  his  name Wails.  188 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high Watts.  228 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  Sovereign  Lord Watts.  226 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise H alts.  226 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame Watts.  85 

Give  us  room  that  we  may  dwell Pratt's  Coll.  480 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken Drummond.  154 

Glory  to  God  on  high Reed's  Coll.  325 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night Kenn.  558 

God  in  hit*  earthly  temple  lays H alts.  153 

God  in  the  gospel  of  his  Sou Beddome.  284 

God  is  a spirit, — just  and  wise Walts.  261 

God  is  goodness,  wisdom,  power Pratt's  Coll.  564 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints Watts.  106 

God  moves  in  a mysterious  way Coioper.  274 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope Warts.  140 

God  of  mercy — God  of  grace ..Lutheran  Coil.  373 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth Walls.  137 

God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song Steele.  556 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  oelong Scott.  536 

God  of  my  strength — in  thee  alone Wrangbam.  102 

God  of  our  fathers,  by  whose  hand Epis.  Coll.  500 

God  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise Hegmbotham.  548 

God  of  our  salvation,  hear  us Kelly.  46 0 

God  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice Watts.  555 

God’s  holy  law,  transgressed ..Pratt's  Coll.  275 

God’s  perfect  law  converts  the  soul .Tate  and  Brady.  67 

Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord Walls.  464 

Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed Watts.  394 

Grace  I — tis  a charming  sound Doddridge.  285 

Gracious  Lord,  disclose  thy  way Pratt’s  Coll.  84 

Gracious  Spirit,  love  divine Stocker.  346 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift Doddridge.  345 

Great  Father  of  mankind Doddridge.  543 

Great  first  of  beings  ! mighty  Lord Epis.Cod.  258 

Great  God,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest Steele.  347 

Great  God,  attend  my  humble  call Watts.  136 

Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings Watts.  146 

Great  God,  at  thy  rommand.. Pratt's  Coll.  553 

Great  God,  beneath  whose  pieicing  eye Roscoe.  535 

Great  God,  how  infinite  ar.  thou Walls.  257 

Gieat  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim Watts.  123 

Great  God,  1 own  thy  sentence  iust Walls.  516 

Great  God,  is  not  thy  promise  pledged Gibbons.  465 

Great  God,  let  all  my  tuneful  powers Heginbotham.  533 

Great  God,  now  condescend Fellows.  439 

Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee Presbyterian  Coll.  534 


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Great  God,  our  strength — to  thee  we  cry Merrick.  102 

Great  God,  our  voice  to  thee  we  raise Pratt's  Coll.  539 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth Gibbons.  469 

Great  Goa,  this  sacred  day  of  thine Epis.  Coll.  448 

Great  God,  thy  penetrating  eye Scott.  260 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song Steele.  558 

Great  God,  to  what  a glorious  height Pratt’s  Coll.  314 

Great  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand Doddridge.  549 

Great  God,  what  do  I see  and  hear Luther.  520 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway..., Watts.  138 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise Epis.' Coll.  253 

Great  Heir  of  David’s  throne..... Pratt’s  Coll.  485 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might Watts.  193 

Great  is  the  Lord,  our  God Watts.  109 

Great  is  the  Lord  l our  souls  adore Steele.  239 

Great  is  the  Lord  ! what  tongue  can  frame 187 

Great  Jehovah  1 we  adore  thee Prod's  Coll.  249 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace Watts.  278 

Great  King  of  glory,  come FYancis.  542 

Great  Saviour,  who  didst  condescend Pratt’s  Coll.  503 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel Watts.  144 

Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear Newton.  453 

Great  Source  of  being  and  of  love, Doddridge.  365 

Great  Source  of  boundless  power  and  grace Smart.  391 

Great  Source  of  life,  our  souls  confess Doddridge.  533 

Great  Sovereign  of  the  earth  and  sky Dobell’s  Coll.  543 

Guide  me,  O thou  great  Jehovah Oliver.  425 

HAD  I the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, Watts.  385 

Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help Watts.  165 

Hail,  gracious  Source  of  every  good.  .Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  121 

Hail  great  Creator,  wise  and  good Lutheran  Coll.  262 

Hail,  nappy  day,  thou  day  of  holy  rest Brown.  446 

Hail,  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine Wallin.  476 

Hail,  sacred  truth,  whose  piercing  rays Evang.  Mag.  253 

Hail,  thou  long-expected  Jesus Epis.  Coll.  289 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace Doddridge.  485 

Happy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord iVaits.  195 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place Watts.  436 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign VTatts.  385 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet Watts.  37 

Happy  the  man  whose  tender  care ....... .Tate  and  Brady.  101 

Hark  ! from  the  cross  a voice  of  peace Pratt’s  Coll.  352 

Hark  1 from  the  tombs,  a doleful  sound Watts.  546 

Hark  ! hark,  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds Reed's  Coll.  357 

Hark  ! — hark, — the  notes  of  joy Reed's  Coll.  282 

Hark  1 ten  thousand  harps  and  voices Kelly.  313 

Hark  ! — that  shout  of  rapturous  joy Kelly.  521 

Hark — the  glad  sound — the  Saviour  comes Doddridge.  290 

Hark  ! the  herald  angels  sing Rippon’s  Coll.  286 

Hark  ! the  song  of  Jubilee Monlgoniery.  486 

Hark — the  voice  of  love  and  mercy Curtis's  Coll.  302 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices Cawood.  287 

Hark  ! what  mean  those  lamentations Cawood.  464 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  dme Sptrit  of  the  Psalms.  139 

Haste,  O sinner,  now  be  wise Epis.  Coll.  355 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me...... Tate  and  Brady.  115 


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Head  of  the  church  triumphant Lock  Hosp.  ■Coll.  <28 

Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  prayer Steele.  392 

Hear  me,  O God,  nor  hide  thy  face . . . . Wyatts.  180 

Hear  my  prayer,  Jehovah,  hear. ...Pratt's  Coll.  181 

Hear,,G  6inner,  mercy  hails  you. .Reed.  353 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims.. .......  Watts.  544 

Heaven  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree Doddridge.  513 

Heavenly  Father,  Sovereign  Lord Salisbury  Coll.  662 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies Waits.  304 

He  lives — the  everlasting  God Wat  s.  211 

He  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives Steele.  295 

He  reigns  1 the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! Watts.  170 

He,  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God Watts.  161 

He,  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known Newton.  314 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail Watls.  54 

Here  at  thy  cross,  my  gracious  Lord Walts.  384 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet Stennett.  443 

Here  in  thy  name,  eternal  God Montgomery.  541 

Here  let  us  see  thy  face,  O Lord Pratt's  Coil.  443 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ... . Walts.  94 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light .Methodist  Coll.  528 

High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes. .......... .Goss’s  Coll.  288 

High  o’er  the  heavens — supreme — alone Pratt's  Coll.  182 

High  on  a hill  of  dazzling  light W atts.  272 

High  on  a throne  of  light,  G Lord ....Pratt's  Coll.  536 

Ho,  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh J.  W'esley.  564 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name Needham.  273 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness Geo.  Border's  Coll.  346 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine Reed.  342 

Hosanna  to  our  conquering  King Watts.  475 

Hosanna,  with  a cheerful  sound Walts.  561 

How  are  thy  servants  blest  1 O Lord Ad/lison.  190 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet W atts.  463 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds. Barbauld.  412 

How  charming  is  the  place Stemiett.  452 

How  condescending  and  how  hind Watts.  322 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear Watts.  213 

How  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight Epis.  Coll.  529 

How  gentle  God’s  commands Doddridge.  401 

How  glorious  is  the  gift  of  faith Harrison.  516" 

How  great  the  wonders  of  that  cross Pratt's  Coll.  336 

How  happy  are  the  souls  above Toplady’s  Coll.  529 

How  heavy  is  the  night W'atts.  276 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies Steele.  279 

How  honored  is  the  place W’atts.  436 

How  large  the  promise  ! how  divine  ! Watts.  437 

How  long,  O Lord,  shall  1 complain Walts.  55 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face Watts.  55 

How  oft,  alas  ! this  wretched  heart Steele.  380 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair W'atts.  146  ✓ 

How  pleasant  ’tis  to  see W'aJts.  224 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 Walls.  215 

How  pleasing  is  the  voice Dwight  552 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine Winchell's  Coll.  254 

How  precious,  Lord,  thy  sacred  word.. Geo.  Border's  Coll.  255 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is Watts.  ‘278 

How  shall  the  sous  of  men  appear * SUnnciL  <103 


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How  shall  the  young1  secure  their  hearts Watts.  205 

Hew  short  and  hasty  is  our  life Wafts.  503 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave Pratt's  Coll.  547 

How  sweet  ana  awful  is  the  place Walls.  440 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight Swain.  413 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls Doddridge.  510 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below Watts.  508 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies Pratt's  Coll.  508 

How  wondrous  arid  great Epis.  Coll.  467 

Hew  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright Waffs.  270 

TF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost Watts.  217 

If  God  to  build  the  house  deny..... Watts.  218 

If  human  kindness  meets  return Noel.  321 

If  I must  die,  oh,  let  me  die Eeddome.  514 

If  through  unruffled  seas Pratt’s  Coll.  399 

1 hear  thy  word  with  love Waffs.  63 

I know  that  my  Redeemer  lives Medley.  410 

1 lift  my  soul  to  God Kelly.  79 

I’ll  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day Watts.  92 

I’ll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath Watts.  241 

I love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries Walts.  196 

I love  the  sacred  book  of  God Maxwell's  Coll.  256 

love  the  volume  of  thy  word Watts.  66 

1 love  thy  kingdom,  Lord Dwight.  230 

I love  to  see  the  Lord  below Watts.  462 

I’m  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord Waffs.  333 

I send  the  joys  of  earth  away Watts.  505 

I set  the  Lord  before  my  face Watts.  61 

I spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord Waffs.  90 

I waited  meekly  for  the  Lord Watts.  98 

I will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high Watts.  87 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee Waffs.  233 

In  duties  and  in  sufferings  too Beddome.  299 

In  every  trouble,  sharp  and  strong Coombs.  497 

In  expectation  sweet Pratt's  Coll.  519 

In  God’s  own  house  pronounce  his  praise Wixffs.  247 

In  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me Moravian  Coll.  559 

In  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke Newton.  46 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise Barlow.  71 

In  thee,  0 Lord,  I place  my  trust Wrangham.  88 

In  thy  great  name,  O Lord,  we  come Hoskins.  455 

In  thy  name,  O Lord,  assembling Pratt's  Coll.  457 

In  thy  rebukes,  all-gracious  God.'. Doddridge.  398 

In  vain  I trace  creation  o’er 387 

In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives Watts.  366 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God Pratt's  Coll.  303 

Indulgent  God,  whose  bounteous  care Liverpool  Coll.  559 

Indulgent  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns Doddridge.  262 

Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies Doddridge.  468 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine Montgomery's  Coll.  327 

Is  there  ambilien  in  my  heart? Wafts.  221 

Is  this  the  kind  return  ? Watts.  372 

It  is  the  Lord — enthroned  in  light Geo.  Burder's  Coll.  397 

It  is  tlxe  Lord,  our  Saviour’s  hand Wafts.  178 


JEHOVAH,  God  most  high  I. 


.PratVt  Cod.  235 


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Jehovah,  God  ! thy  gracious  power Dr.  Thompson.  235 

Jehovah  is  the  Lord  our  God  I Pratt's  Coll.  187 

Jehovah,  Lord  of  power  and  might.  .Spirit  of  the  Psa'ms.  49 

Jehovah  reigns — he  dwells  in  light Watts.  164 

Jehovah  reigns — his  throne  is  high Watts.  272 

Jehovah  reigns — let  all  the  earth Tale  and  Brady.  171 

Jehovah  reigns — your  tribute  bring Pratt's  Coll.  52 

Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home Montgomery's  Coll.  528 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend Curtis's  Coll.  297 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky Steele.  301 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be Origg.  333 

Jesus,  bv  his  own  precious  blood Pratt's  Coll.  294 

Jesus  demands  the  voice  of  joy Pratt's  Coll.  128 

Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine Steele.  433 

Jesus  exalted  far  on  high Pratt's  Coil.  299 

Jesus,  hail— enthroned  i-i  glory H.  F.  Burdtr's  Cull.  295 

Jesus,  1 love  thy  charming  name Doddridge.  330 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise H.  F.  Burder’s  Coll.  475 

Jesus  invites  his  saints Watts.  440 

Jesus,  in  whom  but  thee  above Courier.  331 

Jesu3,  my  truth,  my  way Wesley's  Coll.  309 

Jesus,  no  other  name  hut  thine .Steele.  318 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne Watts  193 

Jesus,  Saviour  of  my  soul Union  Coll.  308 

Jesus  shall  reign  where’er  the  sun Watts.  138 

Jesus,  the  Conqueror,  reigns Pratt's  Colt.  295 

Jesus,  the  Lord,  ascends  on  high  ! Pratt's  Coll.  108 

Jesus,  the  Saviour’s  nigh Pratt's  Coll.  150 

Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns Pratt's  Coll.  40 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King Watts.  338 

Jesus,  to  thy  celestiaHight.’. Steele.  332 

Jesus,  where’er  thy  people  meet Coioper.  459 

Join  all  the  glorious  names Watts.  293 

Join,  every  tongue,  to  praise  the  Lord. ..Presbyterian  Coll.  532 

Joy  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come Watts.  172 

Judge  me,  Lord,  in  righteousness Pratt's  Coll.  103 

Judge  me,  O God,  and  plead  my  cause Watts.  103 

Judge  me,  O Lord, — and  prove  my  ways Watts.  81 

Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word . Watts.  64 

KEEP  silence,  all  created  things .....Watts,  273 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong Watts.  132 

LAMr  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love Pratt's  Coll.  444 

Lamb  of  God,  who  thee  receive Moravian  Coll.  405 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise Watts.  168 

Let  all  the  just,  to  God  with  joy Tate  and  Brady.  91 

Let  all  the  lands  with  shouts  of  joy Tale  and  Brady.  128 

Le*  children  h«»ar  the  mighty  deeds Watts.  143 

Let  death  dissolve  my  body  now... Wntts.  426 

Let  earth,  w i*h  eveiy  isle  and  sea Walts.  371 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown Watts.  317 

Let  every  creature  join,  To  bless Steele.  564 

Let  every  creature  join,  To  praise Watts.  243 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend Watts.  35S 

I*et  every  tomrue  thy  goodness  speak Watts.  239 

Let  God,  the  Father  and  the  Son Watts.  249 


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Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste Watts.  60 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say Watts.  411 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be Watts.  507 

Let  party  names  no  more. I Beddome.  4)7 

Let  sinners  take  their  course Watts.  117 

Let  songs  of  endless  praise Pratt's  Coll.  198 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky Cotterill.  340 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, Watts.  566 

Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  make  me  lowly Pratt's  Coll.  221 

Let  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks Pratt's  Coll.  366 

Let  us  awake  our  joys Kingsbury.  316 

Let  us,  with  a joyful  mind Milton.  227 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice Walls.  179 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice VFaHs.  106 

Life  is  a span — a fleeting  hour Steele.  513 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord Watts.  509 

Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise Reed's  Coll.  564 

Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates Tate  and  Brady.  78 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling Pratt's  Coll.  308 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray Watts.  300 

Lo  1 God  is  here — let  us  adore Wesley's  Coll.  459 

Lo  ! he  comes,  with  clouds  descending Oliver.  520 

Lo  ! he  cometh — countless  trumpets Union  Coll.  524 

Lo  1 the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth  ! Pratt’s  Coll.  65 

Lo  1 the  Lord,  the  mighty  Saviour Pratt's  Coll.  93 

Lo ! the  mighty  God  appearing Pratt's  Coll.  Ill 

Lo  ! what  a glorious  corner-stone Watts.  199 

Lo  ! what  an  entertaining  sight Walts.  223 

Long  as  I live,  all-bounteous  Lord Pratt's  Coll.  186 

Long  as  I live,  I’ll  bless  thy  name Watts.  238 

Long  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound Watts.  370 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious Kelly.  316 

Lord,  at  thy  table  we  behold Stennett.  441 

Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  bend Pratt's  Coll.  215 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. . . .H.  F.  Burder's  Coll.  460 

liOrd,  hear  me,  when  without  disguise Wrangham.  45 

Lord,  hear  my  words — my  spirit  see Pratt's  Coll.  43 

Lord,  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint Tate  and  Brady.  44 

Lord,  how  delightful  ’tis  to  see Watts.  462 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was Walts.  368 

Lord,  how  shall  wretched  sinners  dare Steele.  489 

Lord,  I am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove Watts.  61 

Lord,  I am  thine — thy  truth  I own Pratt's  Coll.  20 6 

Lord,  I approach  ‘he  mercy  seat Epis.  Co’l.  378 

Lord,  1 believe  a rest  remains Wesley.  527 

Lorn,  1 can  suffer  thy  rebukes Watts.  46 

Lord,  I have  made  thy  word  my  choice Watts.  206 

Lord,  I have  thee  my  refuge  made Wrangham.  119 

Lord,  I will  bless  thee  all  my  days Watts.  91 

Lord,  if  tbme  eye  survey  our  faults Wo.tts.  160 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shall  hear Watts.  44 

Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace Steele.  351 

Loi  l,  in  thy  great,  thy  glorious  name Steele.  87 

Lord,  let  thy  goodness  lead  our  land Pratt's  Call.  535 

Lord,  my  God,  how  long  by  thee Pratt's  Coll.  56 

Lord  of  hosts — how  lovely,  fair Turner.  451 

Lord  ofhost*,  to  thee  we  raise Montgomery.  641 


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Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind Pratt's  Coll.  55 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above Watts.  148 

Lord,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind Watis.  149 

Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servants  cry Pratt's  Coll.  201 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land Watts.  121 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through Watts.  232 

Lord,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere Watts.  63 

Lord,  thou  hast  won— at  length  I yield Netoton.  374 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I pray Walls.  43 

Lord,  through  the  dubious  path  of  life Exeter  Coll.  499 

Lord,  thy  church  hath  seen  thee  rise Piatt's  Coll.  134 

Lord,  his  a pleasant  thing  to  stand Watts.  162 

Lord,  visit  thy  forsaken  race Epis.Coll.  472 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now Hammond.  455 

Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults Watts.  284 

Lord,  what  a feeble  piece Watts.  161 

Lord,  what  a thoughtless  wretch  was  I Watts.  140 

Lord,  what  a wretched  land  is  this Watts.  423 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man Watts.  237 

Lord,  what  our  ears  have  heard Salisbury  Coll.  437 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove Steele.  441 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high Watts.  133 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne Pratt's  Coll.  458 

Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire Watts.  234 

Lord,  who  among  the  sons  of  men Watts.  77 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord Watts.  242 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling Madan's  Coll.  319 

MAKE  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace Steele.  300 

May  not  the  Sovereign  Lord  on  high. Watts.  280 

May  the  glorious  day  of  promise Pratt's  Coll.  472 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour Newton.  460 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations Kelly.  483 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire Watts.  80 

Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven Walts.  383 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb Collyer.  312 

Most  gracious  God,  reveal C.  Wesley.  389 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord Watts.  298 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? Watts.  403 

My  few  revolving  years Beddome.  548 

My  former  hopes  are  fled Lutheran  Coll.  369 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows Watts.  236 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love Watts.  561 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears Watts  41 

My  God,  I bow  before  thy  feet Watts  492 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs Watts.  120 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope Watts.  137 

My  God — my  Father — blissful  name Steele.  390 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise Walts.  237 

My  God,  my  King,  to  thee  I’ll  raise Steele.  568 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love Wa.tts.  386 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love Watts.  386 

My  God,  my  prayer  attend Pratt's  Coll.  152 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be Watts.  491 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue Watts.  125 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love ..Doddridge.  401 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys Watis.  386 


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My  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men Watts.  96 

My  God,  thine  ear,  indulgent,  bend Pratt’s  Coll.  116 

My  gidcious  Lord,  1 own  thy  right Doddridge.  395 

My  gracious  Lord,  whose  changeless.. Mcmtgomery’s  Coll.  434 

My  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God Wrangham.  191 

My  hiding  place,  my  refuge  tower Tate  and  Brady.  210 

My  Maker  and  my  King Steele.  263 

My  never-ceasing  song  shall  show Watts.  156 

My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see Epis.  Coll.  446 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love Watts.  53 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God Walls.  236 

My  Saviour  and  my  King Walts.  105 

Mv  Sayiour,  let  me  hear  thy  voice Doddridge . 381 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend Watts.  136 

My  shepherd  will  supply  my  need Watts.  74 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord Village  Hymns.  355 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard Heatfv.  419 

My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day Watts.  425 

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight Watts.  5Q5 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place Watts.  147 

My  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love Tate  and  Bra>ly.  182 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust Walts.  209 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise Walls.  185 

My  soul,  review  the  time Doddriage.  434 

My  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise Watts.  186 

My  soul,  wi’thThumble  fervor  raise Pratt's  Coll.  183 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone Watts.  122 

My  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord Watts.  100 

NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came Watts.  396 

Nature,  with  all  her  powers,  shall  sing Watts.  259 

No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  slam Watts.  114 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock Tate  and  Brady.  64 

No  more,  my  God,  1 boast  no  more Watts.  377 

No  offering  God  requires Tate  and  Brady.  115 

Nor  eye  hath  seen — nor  ear  hath  heard Watts.  526 

Not  ail  the  blood  of  beasts Watts.  304 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth Watts.  340 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men Watts.  281 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes Watts.  338 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme Pratt's  Coll.  318 

Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing Watts.  105 

Now  for  a tune  of  lofty  praise Watts.  292 

Now,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood Watts.  502 

Now,  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress Watts.  71 

Now  is  th’  accepted  time Dobell.  365 

Now  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust WaMs.  96 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King Heginbotham.  256 

Now  let  our  faith  grow  strong,  and  rise Pratt's  Coll.  336 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record Watts.  71 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive Doddritlge.  546 

Now  let  the  angel  sound  on  high Watts.  484 

Now  living  waters  flow Montgomery's  Coll.  485 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace Walts.  69 

Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid Watts.  129 

Now  to  the  Lord  a noble  song Watts.  292 

Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know Watts.  337 


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Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme Watts.  285 

O ALL  ye  lands,  in  God  rejoice Wrangham  177 

O all  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  130 


6 all  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord,  His  glorious..  Wrangham.  198 

O all  ye  people,  clap  your  hands Wrangham.  107 

O all  ye  people,  shout  and  sine: 195 

O bless  the  Lord,  my  soul.  His  grace Montgomery.  184 

O bless  the  Lord,  my  sold.  Let  edl Watts.  183 

O Father,  let  thy  kingdom  come Pratt's  Coll.  473 

O God — my  gracious  God — to  thee Tate  and  Brady.  123 

O God,  my  heart  is  fully  bent Tate  and  Brady.  191 

O God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries Watts.  116 

O God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand Logan.  3S3 

O God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord Tate  and  Brady.  148 

O God  of  sovereign  grace Village  Hymns.  468 

O God,  our  help  in  a<res  past Watts.  159 

O God,  thou  art  mv  God  alone Montgomery.  124 

O God,  to  earth  incline ....Pratt's  Coll.  131 

O Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls Scott.  351 

O Lord,  how  infinite  thy  love Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  99 

0 Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes Watts.  41 

O Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil Cowjer.  398 

O Lord,  my  heart,  cries  out  for  thee Watts.  147 

O Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told Tate  and  Brady.  104 

O Lord,  our  God,  arise Piesbyterian  Coll.  469 

O Lord,  our  heavenly  King Watts.  50 

O Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great Watts.  48 

O Lord,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine' PrcM's  Coll.  48 

O Lord,  the  Saviour  and  defence Tate  and  Brady.  160 

O Lord,  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope Tate  and  Brady.  95 

O praise  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  your  glad..7’ate  and  Brady.  946 


O Thou  that  hearest  prayer Pratt's  Coll.  345 

O Thou,  that  hear’st  the  prayer  of  faith Top'ody.  384 

O Thou,  that  hear’st  when  sinners  crv M atts.  112 

O Thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow Tate  and  Biady.  49 

O Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight Moravian  Cod.  498 

O Thou,  whose  justice  reigns  on  high Batts.  118 

O Thou,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way Edmesion.  396 

O Zion,  tune  thy  voice 479 

O’er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God Pratt's  Coll.  478 

O’er  the  gloomy  lulls  of  darkness Williams.  466 

O’er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness Cotteril.  473 

Oft  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught Pratt's  Coll.  104 

Oh  ! blessed  souls  are  they ". Watts.  90 

)h  cease,  my  wandering  soul Epis.  Coll.  360 

Oh  ! come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing Tate  and  Brady,  166 

Oh,  could  1 find,  from  day  to  day Methodist  CoU.  495 

Oh,  could  I speak  the  matchless  worth Medley.  328 

Oh,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly Stee't.  426 

Oh  for  a closer  walk  with  God Cowper.  407 

Oh  for  a heart  to  praise  my  God Wesley's  Coll.  405 

Oh  for  a shout  of  sacred  joy Watts.  108 

Oh  for  a sight — a pleasing  sight Walts.  422 

Oh  for  an  overcoming  faith .....Watts.  516 


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Oh  for  that  tenderness  of  heart .Lutheran  Coll.  371 

Oh  for  the  death  of  those . 517 

Oh  gracious  Lord , whose  mercies  rise Pratt's  Coll.  540 

Oh  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice Doddridge.  416 

Oh  happy  man,  whose  soul  is  filled Watts.  219 

Oh  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord Newton.  493 

Oh  how  blest  the  man,  whose  ear Pratt's  Coll.  38 

Oh  how  1 love  thy  holy  law ....Watts.  205 

Oh,  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  wo Walts.  376 

Oh,  let  me,  gracious  Lord,  extend Merrick.  97 

Oh  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed Fawcett.  404 

Oh  praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good Wrangham.  190 

Oh  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place Tate  and  Brady.  246 

Oh  praise  the  Lord  with  one  consent Tale  and  Brady.  225 

Oh  render  thanks,  and  bless  the  Lord Tate  and  Brady.  187 

Oh  render  thanks  to  God  above Tale  and  Brady.  188 

Oh  stubborn  hearts,  that  could  withstand Pratt's  Coll.  334 

Oh  that  1 knew  the  secret  place Watts.  494 

Oh  that  men  their  songs  would  raise Pratt’s  Coll.  191 

Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways Watte.  207 

Oh  that  thy  statutes,  every  hour Watts.  206 

Oh  Thou,  who  on  the  cross Beddome.  434 

Oh  Thou,  whose  tender  mevcy  hears Stceie.  379 

Oh  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies 113 

Oh  ’twas  a joyful  sound  to  hear Tate  and  Brady.  214 

Oh  what  amazing  words  aPgrace Lutheran  Coll.  363 

Oh  where  is  now  that  glowing  love. . .Montgomery's  Coll.  432 

Oh  where  shall  rest  be  found Pratt's  Coll.  525 

On  God>  mv  soul,  with  patient  hope Pratt's  Coll.  122 

On  God  the  race  of  man  depends Watts.  126 

On  Jordan’s  stormy  banks  I stand Stennetl.  427 

On  the  mountain’s  top  appearing Kelly.  478 

On  thee,  each  morning,  O my  God Liverpool  Coll.  562 

On  thy  church,  O Power  divine Sphdt  of  the  Psalms.  132 

Once  more,  before  we  part Hawker's  Coll.  414 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day Watts.  555 

One  there  is,  above  all  others Newton.  319 

Oppr"ss“d  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears Watts.  255 

Our  Father  in  heaven Mrs.  Sarah  J.  Hale.  490 

Our  Father,  who  in  heaven  art Bratt.  St.  Coll.  490 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls...... Doddridge.  494 

Our  heavenly  Father’s  eye..... Montgomery's  Coll.  402 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear Montgomery.  489 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead..... ..Wesley.  77 

Our  sins,  alas  ! how  strong  they  are...... Watts.  428 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress Watts.  220 

PEACE  ’tis  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  hand.. Doddridge.  518 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 364 

Permit  me,  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face Steele.  406 

Perpetual  Source  of  ligl.t  and  grace Doddridge.  371 

Pleasing  spring  again  is  here ....CoUyer,  554 

Plunged  in  a gulf  of  dark  despair Watts.  277 

Praise,  everlasting  praise  be  paid Watts.  498 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 589 

Praise,  oh  praise  the  name  divine. .Merrick.  248 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  glory  bless Wrangham.  248 


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Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above Pratt's  Coll.  566 

Praise  the  Lord  ! ye  heavens,  adore  him Dublin  Coll.  245 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise Barbauld.  551 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator..../?.  F.  Burder's  Coll.  568 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee Watts.  127 

Praise  ye  Jehovah’s  name 247 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name Pratt's  Coll.  225 

Praise  ye  tne  Lord — let  praise  employ Steele.  247 

Praise  ye  the  Lord — my  heart  shrill  join Watts.  241 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner’s  voice.... Montgomery.  487 

Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross ...Pratt's  Coll.  337 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need . Watts.  59 

Preserve  thy  faithful  servant,  Lord Wrangliam.  60 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet Stennett.  377 

RAISE  your  triumphant  songs. Watts.  282 

Rejoice  in  Jesus’  birth Pratt's  Coll.  291 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King Geo.  Burder’s  Coll.  487 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state Watts.  156 

Return,  my  roving’  heart,  return Pratt's  Coll.  381 

Return,  O God  oflove,  return Watts.  160 

Return,  O wanderer,  now  return... Collyer.  366 

Rise,  gracious  God,  ar.d  shine.. Piatt's  Coll.  473 

Rise,  O my  soul,  pursue  the  path Needham..  501 

Rise,  Sun  of  glory,  rise Pratt's  Coll.  471 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me Toplady.  305 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean Pratt's  Coll.  482 

SAFELY  through  another  week. ....Newton.  453 

Salvation  is  forever  nigh Watts.  150 

Salvation — oh  the  joyful  sound... Watts.  283 

Saviour,  bless  thy  word  to  all. Kelly.  458 

Saviour,  I thy  word  believe Toplady.  347 

Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing Robinson.  318 

Search  my  heart,  my  actions  prove Wrangham.  82 

See  what  a living  stone Watts.  202 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God Watts.  521 

Shall  man,  O God  of  light  and  life • .Dwight.  154 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood Watts.  271 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin  ? Watts.  395 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine Watts.  130 

Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God Doddridge.  493 

Shout,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns..  Geo.  Burder's  Coll.  477 

Show  me,  O Lord,  thy  sacred  way Wrangham.  79 

Show  pity,  Lord — O Lord,  forgive Watts.  112 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time Hervey.  397 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord Watts . 129 

Sing,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord Doddridge.  431 

Sing  hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord Moravian  Coll.  567 

Sing  praises  to  our  God 169 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a new  made  song Tale  and  Brady.  173 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  in  joyful  strains Pratt's  Coll.  568 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  name Watts.  163 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high Dwight.  177 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  who  loud  proclaims Doddridge.  488 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands Watts.  169 

Siug  we  to  our  God  above... 249 


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Sinner,  oh  why  bo  thoughtless  grown Watt*.  368 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep Epis.  Coll.  355 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God Hoskins.  362 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard Fawcett.  360 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  1 Epis.  Coll.  367 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message Littleton.  354 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day Epis.  Coll . 560 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express Watts.  394 

Songs  anew  of  honor  framing Pratt's  Coll.  174 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong Watts.  193 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang Montgomery.  563 

Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant H.  F.  Burder's  Coll.  411 

Sons  of  the  mighty,  rise  and  bring Pratt's  Coll.  88 

Soon  as  I heard  my  Father  say Watts.  83 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise Piatt's  Coll.  484 

Sovereign  of  all  the  work's  on  high i^oddridge.  389 

Sovereign  of  worlds  above Pratt's  Coll.  489 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power Pratt’s  Coll.  470 

Spirit  of  peace  ! celestial  Dove  ! Bratt.  St.  Coll.  223 

Spirit  of  peace  ! immortal  Dove  ! Heginbotham.  350 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord Montgomery.  555 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off’ thy  fears Watts.  418 

Stay,  thou  insulted  spirit,  stay Rippon's  Coll.  350 

Still  on  the  Lord  thy  burden  roll Pratt's  Coll.  117 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to  rise Watts.  512 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait Watts.  352 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies Steele.  302 

Sure  there’s  a dreadful  God Watts.  95 

Sure  there’s  a righteous  God Walls.  141 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace Watts.  239 

Sweet  is  the  scene,  when  Christians  die Barbauld.  517 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King Wafts.  162 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O Lord Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  163 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest. . .Heginbotham.  403 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing Robinson.  335 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet Geo.  Burder's  Coll.  413 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I felt Newton.  431 

Swift  as  declining  shadows  pass Pratt's  Coll.  178 

TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days Watts.  98 

Thanks  for  mercies,  Lord,  receive Bratt.  St. Coll.  457 

Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift Heginbotham.  495 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come Waffs.  524 

That  day  of  wrath — that  dreadful  day Sir  W.  Scott.  523 

That  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe Tate  and  Brady.  194 

Th’  Almighty  reigns — exalted  high Watts.  170 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 550 

The  earth,  O Lord,  is  ever  thine Montgomery.  76 

The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come Merrick.  214 

The  flowery  spring,  at  God’s  command Doddridge.  552 

The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace Montgomery.  259 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord Waffs.  67 

The  heavens  his  righteousness  declare Pratt's  Coll.  171 

The  Holy  Spirit  sure  is  nigh Steele.  348 

The  Lord  appears  mv  helper  now Watts.  200 

The  Lord  ascends  on  high Waffs.  40 

The  Lord  descended  from  above... Sternhold  and  Hopkins.  65 


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The  Lord  himself— the  mighty  Lord Tate  and  Brady.  73 

The  Lord  his  blessing  pours Pratt's  Coll.  150 

The  Lord  ! how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ...Tate  and  Brady.  182 

The  Lord  in  Zion  ever  reigns Wrangham.  107 

The  Lord  is  come— the  heavens  proclaim Watts.  170 

The  Lhrd  is  good,  the  heavenly  King .....Watts.  127 

The  Lord  is  great — ye  hosts  of  heaven,  adore  him 569 

The  Lord  is  judge  before  his  throne Pratt’s  Coll.  47 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed Kelly.  311 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal Watts.  164 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne WaMs.  272 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  Let  all M atts.  174 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare Addison.  73 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is Jj’atlS ■ 7f 

The  Lord  of  glory  i3  my  light Watts.  8a 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise Pratt  s Coll.  450 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims ...Watts.  280 

The  Lord,  our  God,  is  clothed  with  might...//.  K.  White.  275 

The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns Steele.  271 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne Marts,  lid 

The  Lord,  the  Sovereign  King Watts.  185 

The  Lord  unto  my  prayer  attend Wrangham.  70 

The  man  is  ever  blest M arts.  38 

The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals Pratt's  Coll.  461 

The  pity  of  the  Lord ....Marts.  185 

The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee Mjarts.  126 

The  promise  of  my  Father’s  love M arts.  442 

The  promises  I sing »-•  ...Doddridge.  267 

The  Saviour  calls,— let  every  ear ..Steele.  358 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls Epis.  Coll.  438 

The  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die Pratt's  Coll.  296 

The  Saviour — oh,  what  endless  charms Steele.  317 

The  Saviour’s  glorious  name Pratt's  Coll.  139 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high Addison.  66 

The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts Epis.  Coll.  363 

The  Spirit,  like  a peaceful  dove Marts.  350 

The  swift-declining  day ..Pratt’s  Coll.  511 

The  time  is  short— sinners,  beware Hoskins.  508 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries — Escape  to  the Thornby.  362 

The  winter  is  ever  and  gone........ Hawes.  553 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  name Warts.  5(J9 

Thee  will  I bless,  O Lord  my  God Wrangham.  93 

Thee  will  1 love,  O Lord  my  strength Marts.  63 

There  is  a fountain  filled  with  blood Cowper.  305 

There  is  a God,  all  nature  speaks Steele.  257 

There  is  a house  not  made  with  hands M arts.  420 

There  is  a land  of  pure  delight M arts.  427 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest W.  B.  Tappan.  527 

These  o-lorious  minds  ! how  bright  they  shine M alts.  530 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love Doddridge.  450 

Think,  mightv  God,  on  feeble  man M'arts.  158 

This  frame,  O God,  these  noble  powers Scott.  263 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made Marts.  200 

Thia  is  tiie  word  of  truth  and  love Watts.  283 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O my  God .Marts.  204 

Thou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone Epis.  Coll.  309 

TJaou  blest  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb Cennick.  331 


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Thou  boundless  Source  of  every  good Pratt's  Coll.  400 

Thou  God  of  hope,  to  thee  we  bow 5 J0 

Thou,  gracious  God  and  kind Pratt's  Coll.  143 

Thou,  gracious  Lord,  art  my  defence Tate  and  Brady.  42 

Thou  great  Instructer,  lest  I stray Pratt’s  Coll.  151 

Thou  great  Redeemer,  set  me  free Watts.  404 

Thou,~Jehovah,  God  o’er  all Pratt's  Coll.  152 

Tlmu,  Lord,  by  strictest  search  hast  known. Tate  and  Brady.  232 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above Beddome.  379 

Thou,  Lord,  through  every  changing  s cene. ..  .Doddridge.  499 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight Steele.  330 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart Steele.  387 

Thou  Prince  of  glory,  slain  for  me 322 

Thou  shalt,  O Lord,  descend Wrangham.  131 

Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong 656 

Though  ! have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord Watts.  113 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath Presbyterian  Coll.  466 

Thrice  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord Watts.  194 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life... Tate  and  Brady . 92 
Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  6ame.. Tate  and  Brady.  179 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God Watts.  158 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on Watts.  557 

Thus  God,  the  eternal  Father,  spake Watts.  192 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One Watts.  267 

Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord Walts.  488 

Thus  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord Watts.  367 

Thy  bounties,  gracious  Lord Scott.  537 

Thy  favor,  gracious  Lord,  impart Watts.  42 

Thy  gl or ies^  mighty  God Pratt's  Coll  142 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  how  great Pratt's  Coll.  89 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess Gibbons.  264 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O Lord Watts.  210 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord Watts.  198 

Thy  presence,  everlasting  God Doddridge.  414 

Thy  way,  O Lord,  is  in  the  sea Fawcett.  275 

Time  is  winging  us  away Burton.  507 

*Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come Watts.  383 

’Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads Montgomery's  Coll.  339 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race Tate  and  Brady.  131 

To  celebrate  thy  praise,  O Lord Tate  and  Brady.  52 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost Tate  and  Brady.  58 9 

To  God  address  tne  joyful  psalm Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  173 

To  God  1 cried  with  mournful  voice Walts.  142 

To  God  1 lift  mine  eyes Watts.  212 

To  God,  in  whom  I trust Watts.  80 

To  God,  our  strength,  your  voice,  aloud Pratt's  Coll.  144 

To  God  our  voices  let  us  raise Wrangham.  167 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son Watts.  249 

To  God  the  Father’s  throne Watts.  249 

To  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest Watts.  189 

To  God,  the  only  wise Watts.  320 

To  God,  who  dwells  on  Zion’s  mount Wrangham.  51 

To  heaven  1 lift  my  waiting  eyes Watts.  211 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine Doddridge.  510 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God Watts.  172 

To  our  Redeemer’s  glorious  name Steele.  323 

To  praise  the  bounteous  Lord  of  all Pratt's  Coll.  554 


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To  spend  one  sacred  day Watts. 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning-  light watts. 

To  thee,  great  God,  I make  my  prayer Wrangkam. 

To  thee,  my  righteous  King  and  Lord Wrangham. 

To  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord Heginbotliam. 

To  thy,  pastures  fair  ai.d  large 

To  thy  temple  we  repair Montgomery. 

To  us  a child  of  hope  is  born Montgomery's  Coll. 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head Epis.  Coll. 

’Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord Watts. 

’Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  1 came Watts. 

’Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night Watts. 

’Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night Wyatts. 


454 

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125 

439 


UNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill Watts.  216 

Unvaii  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb Watts.  545 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie ....Watts.  422 

VATN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men.......... Waits.  376 

Vainly  through  night’s  weary  hours.. Spirit  oj  the  Psalms.  218 
Vital  spark  ot  heavenly  flame Pope.  517 


WAIT,  O my  soul,  thy  Maker’s  will Beddome. 

Wake,  O my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn Dobell's  Coll 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee Pratt's  Coll. 

Watchman  1 tell  us  of  the  night Bowring. 

We  all,  O Lord,  have  gone  astray 


»»  c t/UUIb  Willi  JU/IUI  owiip... 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee Methodist  Coll . 

We  love  thy  holy  temple,  Lord Pratt’s  Coll. 

We  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love Watts. 

Welcome,  delightful  morn Hayward. 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest Watts. 

We’ve  no  abiding  city  here Kelly. 

What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains Pratt’s  Coll. 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring Watts. 

What  finite  power,  with  cease'ess  toil Scott. 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page Cowper. 

What  shall  I render  to  my  God Watts. 

What  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree.  .H.  F.  Binder's  Coll. 


TT  110.1  Uil  uuuuimmg  mu.;  

When  all  thy  mercies,  O my  God Addison. 

Wheu,  as  returns  this  solemn  day Barbauld. 

When  at  this  distance,  Lord,  we  trace Doddridge. 

When,  bending  o’er  the  brink  of  life Collyer. 

When,  deadest  Saviour,  when  shall  1 Cennick. 

When  death  appears  before  my  sight Steele. 

When  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears Lutheran  Coll. 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong Watts. 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name W’atts. 

When  l can  read  my  title  clear.... Watts. 

When  1 pour  out  my  soul  in  prayer Tate  and  Brady. 

When  I survey  the  wondrous  cross Walts. 

When  1 with  pleasing  wonder  stand ..Walts. 

When  languor  and  disease  invade Toplady. 

When  my  cries  ascend  to  thee..... .....Pratt’s  Coll. 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief. Watt». 


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286 
487 
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203 
288 
307 
82 
565 
445 
445 
424 
337 
827 
270 
253 
196 
388 


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Pag*. 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death Addison.  522 

When  shall  the  voice  of  sinking Pratt's  Coll.  484 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise Steele.  410 

When  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just Watts.  51 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt. . . . Ooington's  Coll.  522 

When  to  his  temple  God  descends 451 

When  trouble  fills  my  soul  with  grief. Wranghnin.  72 

When  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale Steele.  553 

When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest Tate  and  Brady.  229 

When  youth  and  age  are  snatched  away Steele.  514 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise Watts.  391 

Where’er,  through  all  his  works,  we  send Turner.  960 

Where  is  my  Saviour  now 432 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found Walts.  81 

Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find Watts.  222 

While  in  the  tender  years  of  youth Pratt's  Coil.  503 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light Dwight.  155 

While  my  Redeemer’s  near 75 

While  thee  1 seek,  protecting  Power Williams.  491 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun Newton.  550 

Who,  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit Village  Hymns.  467 

Who,  O Lord,  when  life  is  o’er Spirit  of  die  Psalms.  58 

Who  shall  ascend  the  holy  hill Pratt's  Coll.  76 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place Watts.  57 

Who  sh  ill  inhabit  in  thy  hill Watts.  58 

Who  shall  the  Lord’s  elect  condemn Watts.  320 

Whom  have  we,  Lord,  in  heaven  but.£jpirit  of  the  Psalms.  141 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay Walts.  39 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends Doddridge.  544 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far Watts.  53 

Why  droops  my  soul,  with  grief  oppressed  ? Scott.  306 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee Watts.  433 

Why,  on  the  bending  willows  hung Pratt's  Coll.  230 

Why  should  the  children  of  a King Watts.  349 

Why  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell.... Pratt's  Coll.  103 

Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ?.... Watts.  515 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares Pratt's  Coll.  353 

Wide,  ye  heavenly  gates,  unfold Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  78 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue Watts.  231 


With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed. .. Tate  and  Braily.  163 

With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues Pratt's  Coll.  535 

With  humble  heart  and  tongue .'. Fawcett.  219 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day Spirit  of  the  Psalms.  213 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace Watts.  294 

With  my  substance  I will  honor Francis.  482 

With  my  whole  heart,  I’ll  love  thy  name Pratt's  Coll.  62 

With  my  whole  heart,  I’ll  raise  my  son? Watts.  50 

With  my  whole  heart,  I’ve  sought  thy  face Watts.  208 

With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth Tale  and  Brady.  175 

With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear Watts.  157 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud Watts.  242 

With  tears  of  anguish  I lament Stennett.  373 

Within  thy  house,  O Lord  our  God Presbyterian  Coll.  454 

Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway Shirley.  325 

YE  angels,  round  tlio  throne. Waits.  249 


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Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy Tate  and  Brady.  244 

Ye  Christian  heralds  go,  proclaim Pratt's  Coil.  483 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men Pratt's  Coll.  361 

Ye  earthly  vanities,  depart Steele.  328 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God Steele.  264 

Ye  mfen  and  angels,  witness  now Pratt's  Coll.  416 

/e  messengers  of  Christ Pratt’s  Coll.  482 

Ye  mighty  rulers  of  the  land Wrangham.  86 

nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice Watts.  176 

V e saints  and  servants  of  the  Lord Tate  and  Brady.  195 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim. ..  .Pratt's  Coll.  165 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord Pratt's  Coll.  396 

Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord 155 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young Watts.  502 

Ye  sons  of  earth,  arise Pratt's  Loll.  380 

Ye  sons  of  rnen,  a feeble  race Watts.  102 

Ye  trembling  captives,  hear Pratt's  Coll.  356 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears Beddome.  496 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join Watts.  244 

Ye  who  in  his  courts  are  found Pratt’s  Coll.  367 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor Steele.  363 

Yes,  1 will  bless  thee,  O my  God Heginbotham.  567 

Yes,  mighty  Jesus,  thou  shalt  reign Pratt's  Coll.  486 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose Doddridge.  309 

Yes,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die 526 

Yes,  we’ll  record  thy  matchless  love Union  Coll.  444 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking Kelly.  480 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints Toplady.  393 

ZION,  awake  1 thy  strength  renew Pratt’s  Coll.  479 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS, 


N.  B.  The  figures  refer  to  the  page . 


THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. — The  Bible  welcomed,  253 : di- 
vine authority  of,  253  : the  light  of  the  world,  253,  254  : suited 
to  the  wants  of  men,  69,  118,  204 — 211,  254,  255  : delight  in, 
66,  204 — 211,  256  : greater  display  of  the  glory  of  God  than  his 
works,  65 — 69. 

THE  EXISTENCE  AND  ATTRIBUTES  OF  GOD.— Exist- 
ence of  God  manifest  from  his  works,  47 — 50,  257 : God 
eternal,  257  : the  Creator,  233,  234,  258,  259  : almighty  and 
omnipresent,  232 — 235,  260  : searcher  of  the  heart,  232 — 235, 
2SI  : wisdom  and  knowledge  of,  261  : goodness  of,  92,  93, 
237 — 240,  262  : Creator  and  Benefactor,  186,  191,  263 — 265  : 
love  of,  258 : condescension  of,  48,  237,  267 : mercv  of  God, 
80,81,87,89,  174,  175,  177,  181—185,  193,  226—228,  239: 
faithfulness  of,  156,  187,  188,  267,  268,  497:  Trinity,  268: 

? raise  to,  269  : immutability  of  God,  158,  161,  163—165,  178, 
79  : incomprehensibleness  of  God,  270  : majesty  and  dominion 
of,  157,  163—165,  185,  270,  271  : man  not  comparable  to,  48, 
49,  271  : angels,  ministers  of,  272  : perfections  of  combined  in 
his  government,  91,  94  , 95,237 — 242,  272:  holiness  of,  273  : 
glorv  of  God  in  his  works  and  word,  66 — 69,  193. 
PROVIDENCE  AND  GOVERNMENT  OF  GOD. — Sovereign 
purposes  of  God,  273 : developed  in  his  providence,  274  : 
mysteries  of  providence,  275  : electing  love,  280  : majesty  of 
God  in  his  government,  132,  133,  142,  270,  271,  272,  275  : his 
blessing  necessary  to  success,  217,  218  : providential  goodness, 
protection  and  guidance,  73—75,  96,  133,  134,  211,  212,  495 — 
500 : Jehovah  the  universal  Kin?,  85,  86,  16^-165  : exultation 
in  the  reign  of,  107—109,  119,  120,  128—130,  168,  169,  175— 
177:  only  proper  object  of  fear  and  worship,  142,  151,  152: 
God  a Judge  and  Deliverer,  47,  50,  51,  145:  the  avenger  of 
the  oppressed,  52,  53  : coming  to  reign,  65  : divine  interposi- 
tion acknowledged,  35,  98,  106,  107f  165,  166,  237 : recounted 
to  posterity,  143. 

FALL  AND  NATURAL  CHARACTER  OF  MAN.— Hope 
from  the  gospel  only,  275,  276  : Christ  a Ugh'  in  darkness,  276 
— 279 : death  in  sin,  279 : grief  for  the  sms  and  miseries  of 
man,  280. 

THE  GOSPEL. — God’s  purpose  of  mercy,  280  : object  of  Christ’s 
advent,  281,  282,  290  : proclamation  of  the  gospel,  282  : gospel 
hailed,  283:  object  and  efficacy  of,  283:  originating  in  sove- 
reign mercy,  177,  181 — 185,  284  : salvation  by  grace,  284,  285  : 
divine  character  exhibited  in  the  gospel,  285  : rejoicing  in,  157. 
CHRIST. — Birth,  and  character,  286 — 253:  nativity,  285 — 288: 
call  to  worship  Christ,  289 : Christ  welcomed  as  a Saviuur, 
289 : design  of  his  advent,  2SI,  2S2,  290 : names  of,  290,  291  j 
deity  and  humanity  of,  291:  and  exaltation,  292:  divine 
glory  displayed  in  the  person  of,  292 : equality  of,  with  the 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


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Father,  293. — Offices  of  Christ,  293 — 297  : Prophet,  Priest, 
and  King-,  293:  a merciful  High  Priest,  294:  our  intercessor, 
294  : peace  and  joy  through  the  intercession  of,  295 : exalta- 
tion and  intercession  of,  295  : a living  and  almighty  Saviour, 
296  : God  reconciled  through,  296  : access  to  God  by,  297. — 
Miracles  of  Christ,  297,  298. — Example  of  Christ.  298 — 300. 
— Sufferings  and  atonement,  300 — 305  : suffering  for  our  sins, 
300,  301  : death  on  the  cross,  302 : atonement,  99,  303,  304  : 
sufficient,  305  : death  and  resurrection  of  Christ,  304 : author 
of  salvation,  150,  199 — 202. — Christ  represented  under  various 
images. — Rock  of  ages,  305:  physician,  306:  bread  of  life, 
307  : sun  of  righteousness,  307  : light  of  the  world,  308 : a 
refuge,  308  : way,  truth,  and  life,  309. — Resurrection  and  ex- 
altation of  Christ. — Resurrection,  309,  310:  ascension,  77, 
78:  redemption  completed  by,  150,  311,  312:  darkness  of  the 
tomb  scattered  by,  312  : Christ  enthroned  and  worshipred,  39, 
40,  93,  313,  314  : Lord  of  angels,  314  : prince  and  Saviour,  70, 
71,  105,  199,  315:  crowned  Lord  of  all,  315,  316  : final  triumpl 
of,  316,  485 — 487  — Gratitude  and  praise  to  Christ  for  tin 
work  of  redemption,  317 — 338  : pity  and  condescension  of 
Christ,  48,  99,  317  : safe  trusting  in,  317,  318  : redeeming  love, 
318:  Christ  a friend,  319:  dwelling  in  his  people,  319:  his 
people’s  safety,  320,  321  : grateful  remembrance  of,  128 — 130, 
321  : penitence,  in  view  of  the  sufferings  of,  321,322:  his  love 
celebrated,  136,  323,  324  : worthy  the  Lamb,  325 — 327  : excel- 
lence of  Christ,  327,  328:  supreme  love  to,  328,  329:  Christ 
precious,  330,  331  : indebtedness  to,  332  : not  ashamed  of,  333  : 
ingratitude  of  rejecting,  334  : rejoicing  before  the  cross  of,  335  : 
the  gospel  a savor  of  life  or  death,  335  : the  world  crucified  by 
the  cross,  336  : faith  contemplating  the  sufferings  of  Christ, 
336,  337:  hosanna  to,  337  ; Redeemer  and  Judge,  337  : the 
church  rejoicing  in  her  King,  128—130,  338. 

HOLY  SPIRIT. — The  Spirit  enlightening  and  renewing,  339: 
indwelling  influence  of,  339  : teachings  of,  340  : regeneration 
by,  275 — 279,  339 — 342.  340:  descent  of,  341  : influences  of 
implored,  to  renew  and  sanctify,  341 — 343;  to  quicken,  343: 
to  guide,  343,  344  : to  prepare  for  worship,  344  , 345,  452, 
458-  to  comfort,  346 — 350:  the  Spirit  entieated  not  to  depart, 
350.  praver  for  the  return  of,  351. 

WARNINGS  AND  INVITATIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL.— 
tamings,  37,  38,  117,  140,  141,  145:  the  bro  *d  and  narrow 
way,  351,  352:  dang°i  of  rejecting  Christ,  357:  one  thing 
needful,  353  : the  sinner  invited  and  warned.  353—355  : danger 
of  delay,  355. — Invitations  and.  promises. — The  gospel  trum- 
pet, 35S,  357:  Christ’s  invitation,  357,  359:  sinners  urged  to 
accept  the  invitation,  155,  360 — 362,  367,  368  : entreated  by 
the  mercies  of  Christ,  361,  362:  free  grace,  362,  363:  sinners 
invited  to  the  gospel  feast,  363  : to  living  bread,  364  : to  living 
waters,  361,  365  : now  the  accepted  time,  167,  168,  365 : par- 
don offered,  366 : God’s  gracious  call,  366  , 367 : the  sinner 
expostulated  with,  367,  368. 

CONVICTION  AND  CONFESSION,  219,  220:  conviction  by 
the  law,  368,  369:  impenitence  deplored,  369:  confession,  90, 
112 — 115,203,370:  coldness  and  inconstancy  lamented,  370, 
371. 

CHRISTIAN  GRACES. — Repentance  and  application  for  par- 
don, 219,  220:  repentance  prayed  for,  371:  repentance  in 


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INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


■Hew  of  divine  patience,  372 : of  Christ’s  compassion,  134,  135, 
374,  375:  ingratitude  deplored,  372:  indwelling  sin  lamented, 
112 — 115,  278,  373:  the  peidtent  surrendering,  374:  sins  be* 
wailed  as  causing  the  death  ot  Christ,  376  : selfcrighteous  hope* 
lenounced,  1I2--115,  376  , 377:  pardon  implored,  112 — 115, 
143,  219,  220,  377 — 379:  absmce  from  God  deprecated,  379: 
returning  to  Christ,  203,  380,  381. — Faith,  382 — 385:  source 
and  office  of  faith,  382 : living  faith,  333 : walking  by  faith, 
333:  trusting  *n  Christ  for  pardon,  136,  336,  337,  3B4.— Lave 
to  God  as  our  portion , 385 — 383  : love  the  chief  grace,  385  : 
God  the  portion  of  the  soul,  60,  91,  117,  140,  141,  146 — 149, 
204,  3SS,  387 : God,  only  sourc°  of  true  happiness,  387,  388. — 
FilM  spirit. — Adoption,  338,  389  : filial  submission,  390  : filial 
trust  in  God,  87,  92,  93,  215,  216,  391,  393. — Obedience , 394, 
395  . the  gospel  exemplified  in  the  conduct.  394  : filial  obe- 
dience, 394:  death  to  sin,  395:  living  to  Christ,  395:  De- 
votedness to  God,  195,  197 : the  vigilant  servant,  396. — Hu- 
mility, 59,  221,  239,  257  : Blessedness  of  the  merciful,  194, 
195. — Resignation.-— God  the  author  of  mercies  and  afflictions, 
395 — 398  : safe  trusting  in  God,  398,  401  : faith  prevailing  in 
trouble,  399:  submissive  and  docile  spirit,  400 : contentment, 
221,  400  : casting  our  burdens  on  God,  401  : humbly  waiting  on 
God,  401,  492:  bearing  shame  for  Christ,  402. — Sincerity,  81, 
403. — Desire  of  holiness  — Chiding  ourselves  for  spiritual  sloth, 
403:  deliverance  from  sin  implored,  67,  112 — 115,  404,405, 
494,  493  : quickening  grace  implored,  207 — 209,  236,  406,  407  : 
longing  tor  a cioser  walk  with  God,  407:  Christian  perfection 
an  1 blessedness,  37,  33,  90,  194,  195,  203,  219,  408. 

THE  CHRISTIAN  VIEWBD  IN  VARIOUS  RELATIONS 
AND  CIRCUMSTANCES. — Elected  by  God.,  280,  281.— Re- 
generated by  the  Holy  Spirit,  275 — 279,  339 — 342. — United  to 
Christ. — Vital  union  to  Christ,  409,  410:  deriving  strength 
from,  411  : living  by  faith  on,  411. — A member  of  the  Church. 
— Christian  fellowship,  412,  414  : delight  in  the  people  of  God, 
59,  60:  dedication  to  God,  196,  197,  415:  joining  covenant 
with,  415:  joiningthe  church,  416:  renewal  of  self-dedication, 
416:  a welcome  to  fellowship,  417:  all  one  in  Christ,  417 : 
excellence  of  brotherly  love,  223,  224. — Engaged  in  a race  or 
torn  fare. — The  heavenly  race,  417,  418:  warfare  and  victory, 
413:  watchfulness  and  prayer  inculcated,  419:  courage  and 
self-denial,  419:  succor  implored  for  spiritual  conflicts,  420. — 
In  times  of  spiritual  desertion  and  trouble. — Severe  chastise- 
ments deprecated,  45,  97 : complaint  under  the  hidings  of 
God’s  countenance,  55,  56,  207 — ‘209,  236  : prayer  and  hope  in 
troubles,  69,  70,  152,  ISO,  181  : God  resorted  to  in,  83,  34,  100 
—103,  116,  121,  122,  135,  137,  140—142:  thanks  for  deliver- 
ance from,  85,  140,  189,  19S : divine  interposition  acknowl- 
edged, IS5,  165,  217,  231,  235. — Heir  of  heaven.— Character 
of,  57,  58,  76  , 77  : the  heavenly  mansion,  420  : hope  of  heaven 
by  Christ,  421  : sight  of  God  and  Christ,  the  joy  of  heaven, 
422:  heavenly  joy" on  earth,  422,  423:  this  life  a pilgrimage, 
423,  424  : God  the  pilgrim’s  guide  and  strength,  425  : contem- 
plation of  death  and  glory,  425,  426  : the  heavenly  Canaan, 
427  : rest  from  sin  and  trouble  in  heaven,  428  : unshaken  hope, 
429  : communion  of  saints  on  earth  with  saints  in  heaven,  430  : 
cheering  hope  of  heaven,  430,  431. — Backsliding  and  return- 
ing.—Mourning  over  departed  comforts,  431,  432  : cold  aff«e- 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


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tions  lamented,  433  : inconstancy,  433 : departures  from  Christ 
lamented,  434 : returning  and  choosing  God,  149,  434,  435, 
494,  495. 

INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. — The  Church.— Built  on 
Christ,  201,  202;  enlargement  of  prayed  tor,  130 — 132  : God’s 
presence  the  safety  and  glory  of,  10-9,  110,  153,  154,  174,  187, 
188,  436  : prayer  of  in  times  of  desertion,  144,  149  : desulations 
of  lamented,  229 — 231  : enlargement  and  glory  of,  478 — 481  : 
the  dwelling  place  of  God,  222  : delight  in,  213,  230. — Bap- 
tism.— Promise  to  believers  and  their  children,  437 : embracing 
the  promise,  438  : Christ  blessing  children,  438  : dedication  of 
children  to  God,  439  : baptism  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  439. — Lord's 
supper. — Institution  of,  439 : Christ’s  invitation  to  his  table, 
440:  guests  drawn  in  by  love,  440,  441  : penitent  view  of  the 
Saviour’s  sufferings,  441  : the  new  covenant  sealed,  442  : re- 
conciliation oy  Christ’s  death,  442 : spiritual  nourishment  from: 
Christ,  442,  443  : pardon  and  peace  implored,  444  : remem- 
beringChrist  at  his  table,  444  : not  ashamed  cf  Christ  crucified, 
444.  [See  on  this  subject,  300 — 338.] — The  Sabbath  and  pub- 
lic worship. — The  Sabbath  welcomed,  445,  446  : communion 
with  God,  43 — 45:  rest  of  the  Sabbath,  447,  448  : preparation 
for  the  duties  of  the  Sabbath  implored,  448,  458  : resurrection 
of  Christ  celebrated,  200,  449,  450  : the  eternal  Sabbath,  450 
delight  in  worship,  82,  123—126,  127,  146—149,  162,  163,  213 
—215,  451,  452  : the  presence  of  God  sought  in  his  house,  452 
—454  : praise  to  God  in,  144  : prayer  for  a blessing  on  public 
worship,  454,  455  : sacrifice  of  the  heart,  456  : before  sermon,. 
456,  457 : after  sermon,  457,  458 : Christ  ever  present  in  his 
churches,  459:  presence  of  God  realized,  45S : (fismissions,. 

460,  461  : lansruid  devotion  lamented,  461  : longing  for  the 
eternal  Sabbath,  462  : pleasant  remembrance  of  the  Sabbath, 

4 61. — Ministry,  463,  464  : Ministers  the  bearers  of  glad' 
tidings,  463 : Christ’s  commission  to,  464  : of  divine  appoint- 
ment, 466. 

UNIVERSAL  DIFFUSION  OF  THE  GOSPEL.— State  and 
prospecis  of  the  heathen,  464,  465:  prevalence  of  Christianity 
promised,  465 — 467 : influences  of  the  Spirit  necessary,  467, 
468  : prayer  for  the  conversion  of  the  world,  468,  471  : prayer 
for  tne  Jews,  472 : false  religions  supplanted  by  Christianity, 
152,  171,  473,  474  : restoration  of  the  Jews,  229 — 231,  474  : 
victories  of  Christ,  475,  477 : enlargement  and  glory  of  the 
enurch,  130,  132,  478—480  : missionary  meetings,  481,  482 : 
departure  of  missionaries,  482,  483 : subjection  of  the  nations 
to  Christ  praved  for,  138,  139,  484,  485  : rejoicing  in  Christ’s 
reign,  105,  107—109.  128—130,  138,  139,  168— 1?4,  192,  193, 
197,  198,  313—816,  485—487. 

VARIOUS  TOPICS. — Prayer  and  communion  with  God. — 
Nature  of  prayer,  487  : encouragement  to  prayer,  488,  489 
Lord’s  prayer,  489,  490  : retiremient  and  meditation,  490 — 492  • 
desiring  the  presence  of  God,  82,  123— 126,  492,  493 : God’* 

fresence  the  comfort  of  life,  204,  493:  communion  with  the 
'ather  and  Christ,  494:  rins  and  sorrows  laid  before  God, 
494  : humble  worship,  157 : longing  for  spiritual  light  ana 
comfort,  236. — Prevalence  of  sin. — Divine  aid  invoked  in 
times  of,  54  : growing  out  of  infidelity,  56,  57  : folly  of  envying 
the  wicked,  140,  141  : fear  in  view  of,  208. — Condition  and 
prospects  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicktd^Qptrasted,  37,  38, 


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INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


61,  62,  90,  117,  140,  141,  194,  195,  203,  219.— Providential 
goodness , protection,  and  guidance. — Providence  and  grace, 
42,  43,  96,  495,  496  : the  fearful  encouraged,  496  : Jehovah  a 
Shepherd,  73—75,  106,  107:  refuge  in  God,  41,  42,  50,  51,  53, 
62 — 64,  161,  162,  210 — 212,  497,  498  : prayer  for  protection 
and  guidance,  79,  80,  121,  122,  204,210,  498 — 500:  praise  for, 
88,  89,  91,  92,  93,  98,  133,  134,  188—191,  196,  231, 237.— Bless- 
edness of  fearing  and  obeying  God,  and.  of  the  merciful , 
194,  195  • safety  of  trusting  in  God,  216,  217. — Scripture  char- 
acters and  examples,  501. — Periods  of  human  life. — Youth 
admonished  of  the  judgment,  502 : to  remember  their  Creator, 
502,  503  : to  obey  his  word,  205  : asking  for  divine  guidance, 
210,  503  : prayer  for  the  young,  503,  504  : pleasure  of  instruct- 
ing the,  504  : parting  with  earthly  joys,  505  : their  danger, 

506  : world  contrasted  with  heaven,  506  : religion  the  support 
of  life,  507  : human  frailty,  97,  9. , 155,  158—161,  178,  179,  239, 

507  : flight  of  time,  507  : and  misspent,  508  : the  period  to  pre- 
pare for  eternity,  509,  510  : reflections  on  past  generations, 
510:  work  while  it  is  day,  511:  trust  in  God  in  old  age,  137, 
512. — Death. — Meditation  on  death,  512  : death  and  judgment 
appointed  to  all,  513:  admonition  to  prepare  for,  513,514: 
prayer  for  support  in  death,  514  : preparation  for,  158—160, 
514:  hope  in  Christ  a support  in,  515.  victory  over,  516: 
peaceful  death  of  the  righteous,  517  : the  dying  Christian  to  his 
soul,  517  : submission  on  the  death  of  friends,  518  : hope  of  re- 
surrection, 59,  61,  154,  158 — 161,518. — Resurrection  and  judg- 
ment, 519:  Christ’s  second  coming,  1 10,  111,  519 — 521:  the 
judgment  anticipated,  522,523:  welcomed  by  the  rignteous, 
170,  524. — Future  state. — Banishment  from  God  intole'-ahle, 
524:  reward  and  punishment,  525:  eternity  anticipa'ed,  525  : 
holiness  of  heaven,  526  : treasure  in,  526  : glories  of,  526  ; rest 
of,  527:  heavenly  Jerusalem,  528:  the  saints  in  glory,  528, 
529  : martyrs  glorified,  530. 

VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. — Public  fasting. — Pardon  implored 
for  national  sins,  103,  530  : national  judgments  deprecated, 
121,  531. — Thanks  givings. — Providential  goodness  of  God, 
72 — 76,  531 — 533:  blessings  of  providence  and  grace,  533: 
God  acknowledged  in  national  blessings,  71,  104,  121,  122,  534, 
535  : national  praise  and  prayer,  535":  national  gratitude  and 
holiness  prayed  for,  535  : praise  for  sparing  mercy,  536.  [See 
262 — 468,  495,  498.] — Lord's  supper,  300 — 338,  439 — 444. — 
Monthly  concert  for  prayer,  40,  67,  93,  107 — 110,  130 — 132, 
138,  139,  153,  154,  168,  169,  172— 174,  175—177,  192,  193,  195, 
197,  193,  229,  230,  313 — 316,  464 — 487. — Meeting  for  char- 
itable objects,  535 — 540  : general  charities,  536  , 537  : missiona- 
ry meetings,  481 — 483  : for  the  poor,  537,  538  : Sabbath  schools, 
539  ; widows  and  orphans,  100,  540. — Dedication  of  a house 
for  worship,  222,  541 — 543. — Ordination  and  installation , 463, 
464. — Funerals,  512 — 516,544 — 547. — Beginning  and  end  of 
the  year,  548 — 551. — The  seasons,  126,  127,551—551. — Moriir 
ing  amL  evening,  41 — 43, 233,  555—562.  Sabbath  morning,  43, 
—45,  445—450:  Sabbath  evening,  461,  462. 

GENERAL  ASCRIPTIONS  OP  PRAISE,  119,  120,  175—177, 
186—192,  195,  197,  198,  224,  223,  237,  248,  562—5G9. 

DO XO LOGIES,  249,  569. 

ANTHEMS,  CHANTS,  &c.,  570—576. 


V SVA? 


PSALMS 


1 First  Part.  L.  M.  Ralston 

The  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

H APPY  the  man,  w hose  cautious  feet 

Shun  the  broad  way,  where  sinners  go  * 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 

And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do ; — 

2  Who  loves  t’  employ  his  morning  light 
Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

With  pleasure  pondering  o’er  the  word 

3  He,  like  a plant  by  gentle  streams, 

Shall  ftourish  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  heaven  will  shine,  with  kindest  beams, 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed  ; — 
As  chaffbefore  the  tempest  flies, 

So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 

When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

1 Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

BLEST  is  the  man,  who  shuns  the  place, 
Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 

And  hates  the  scoffer’s  seat : — 

2 But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 

By  day,  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 

mf  3 He,  like  a plant  of  generous  kind, 

By  living  waters  set, 

Safe  from  the  storm  and  blasting  wind, 

>.  Enjoys  a peaceful  state. 


38  PSALMS. 

mf  4 Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profession  shine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear, 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

p 5 Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust : — 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! — 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust. 

Or  chaff,  before  the  storm. 

6 Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 
Among  the  sons  of  grace, 

C When  Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand 

mf  Appoints  his  saints  a place. 

1 Third  Part.  S.  M.  Bladenburg . 
THE  man  is  ever  blest, 

Who  shuns  the  sinner’s  ways  ; 

Among  their  councils  never  stands, 

Nor  takes  the  scorner’s  place  : — 

2 But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  study  and  delight,  * 

Amidst  the  labors  of  the  day, 

And  watches  of  the  night. 

mf  3 He,  like  a tree,  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root ; 

Fresh  as  the  leaf,  his  name  shall  livej 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

p 4 Not  so  th’  ungodly  race  ; 

They  no  such  blessings  find  : 

-<  Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff, 

>.  Before  the  driving  wind. 

j Fourth  Part.  7s.  Nonoich. 

OH  how  blest,  the  man,  whose  ear 
Impious  counsel  shuns  fc>  hear, 

Who  nor  loves  nor  treads  the  way, 

Where  the  sons  of  folly  stray : — 

2 But,  impressed  with  sacred  awe, 

Meditates,  great  God,  thy  law : 

This  by  day  his  fixed  employ, 

This  by  night  his  constant  joy 


PSALMS. 


39 


mf  3 Like  the  tree,  that’s  taught  to  grow 
Where  the  streams  refreshing  flow, 

He  his  fruitful  branch  shall  spread, 
Prosperous,  he  no  leaf  shall  shed, 
p 4 See,  ah  ! see,  a different  fate 
God’s  obdurate  foes  await ! 

See  them,  to  his  wrath  consigned, 

-<  Fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind, 
p 5 When  thy  Judge,  O earth,  shall  come, 
And  to  each  assign  his  doom  ; — 

Say — shall  then  the  impious  band 
With  the  just  assembled  stand  ? 
mf  6 These,  th’  Almighty — these  alone— 
Objects  of  his  love  shall  own  ; — 

>■  While  his  vengeance  who  defy, 

Len  Whelmed  in  endless  ruin  lie. 


fZ  First  Part.  C.  M.  Marloio . 

Christ  exalted  and  his  Enemies  warned . 

WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
The  Lord’s  anointed  Son? 

Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 

And  tread  his  Gospel  down  ? 

2 The  Lord,  who  sits  above  the  skies, 

Derides  their  rage  below  ; 

He  speaks,  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 

And  strikes  their  spirits  through, 
mf  3 “ I call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

“ And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 

“I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
f il  And  wide  his  kingdom  spread.” 
p 4 Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th’  anointed  Lord  ; 

Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 

fZ  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Patmos \ 
ATTEND,  O earth,  when  God  declares 
His  uncontrolled  decree: — 

“ Thou  art  my  Son — this  day,  my  heir, 

“ Have  I begotten  thee. 


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PSALMS. 


2 “ Ask — and  receive  thy  full  demands — 

“ Thine  shall  the  heathen  be  ; 

«<  “ The  utmost  limits  of  the  lands 
f “ Shall  be  possessed  by  thee.” 

p 3 Learn,  then,  ye  princes — and  give  ear, 

Ye  judges  of  the  earth  ; 
mf  Worship  the  Lord  with  holy  fear, 

Rejoice  with  awful  mirth. 

2 Third  Part.  S.  M.  Dover . 

THE  Lord  ascends  on  high, 

And  asks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 

And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

2 He  asks — and  God  bestows 
A large  inheritance : 
f Far  as  the  world’s  remotest  ends, 

His  kingdom  shall  advance. 

— 3 The  nations  that  rebel 
Must  feel  bis  iron  rod  : 
f He’ll  vindicate  those  honors  well, 

Which  he  received  from  God. 

mp  4 Be  wise,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worship  at  his  throne  : 

<C>With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
f To  God’s  exalted  Son. 

mp  5 If  once  his  wrath  arise, 

Ye  perish  on  the  place  : 
f But  blessed  is  the  soul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace. 

2 Fourth  Part.  H.  M.  Murray . 

mf  JESUS,  the  Saviour,  reigns ! 

On  Zion  is  his  throne : 

The  Lord’s  decree  sustains 
His  own  begotten  Son  : 

Up  from  the  grave  I f And  mount  the  skies, 

He  bids  him  rise,  | With  power  to  save. 

mf  2 His  kingdom  is  complete, 

This  day  exalts  his  name : 


PSALMS. 


41 


Before  his  Father’s  seat, 

He  makes  his  righteous  claim: 
p-<  Gentiles  adore,  I f His  hands  possess 
His  power  confess : | From  shore  to  shore. 


3 First  Part.  L.  M.  Bath. 

pod  our  Defence.  Morning. 

OLORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood  ! 

My  peace  they  daily  discompose, 

But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2 Tired  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 

To  thee  I raised  an  evening  cry  ; 
mf  Thou  heard’st,  when  I began  to  pray, 

And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

— 3 Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid, 

I laid  me  down,  and  slept  secure  ; 
mf  Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 

>■  Though  I should  wake  and  rise  no  more, 
mf  4 But  God  sustained  me  all  the  night: 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong: 
f He  raised  my  head  to  see  the  light, 

And  makes  his  praise  my  morning  song. 

3 Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

mp  MY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 

How  fast  my  foes  increase  ! 

Their  number — how  it  multiplies  ! 

How  fatal  to  my  peace  ! 
f 2 But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  strength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  ; 

Shalt  silence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 

And  raise  my  drooping  head, 
p 3 1 cried,  and  from  his  holy  hill, 

He  bowed  a listening  ear : 
mf  I called  my  Father,  and  my  God, 

>•  And  he  subdued  my  fear. 

mf  4 Guarded  by  him,  I laid  me  down, 

>-  My  sweet  repose  to  take  ; 
mf  For  I,  through  him,  securely  sleep, 

Through  him,  in  safety  wake. 


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PSALMS. 


42 

f 5 What  though  the  hosts  of  death  and  hell 
All  armed  against  me  stood  ? 

No  terrors  now  shall  shake  my  soul : 

My  refuge  is  my  God. 

3 Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

mf  THOU,  gracious  Lord,  art  my  defence  j 
On  thee  my  hopes  rely  : 

Thou  art  my  glory,  and  shalt  yet 
Lift  up  my  head  on  high, 
mp  2 Guarded  by  him,  I laid  me  down, 
p My  sweet  repose  to  take  ; 

— For  l,  through  him,  securely  sleep, 

Through  him,  in  safety  wake, 
f 3 Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs  j 
He  only  can  defend  : 

His  blessing  he  extends  to  all, 

That  on  his  power  depend. 


4 First  Part  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Ood  our  Portion. 

WHAT  tho’  th’  unthinking  world  may  say, 

“ Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good 
Lord,  for  thy  light  and  love  we  pray : 

Our  souls  desire  this  heavenly  food, 
f 2 Then  shall  our  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine  and  love  so  great : 

Nor  will  we  change  our  happy  choice, 

For  all  their  wealth  and  boasted  state. 

4 Second  Part.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Rest  and  Peace  in  Ood.  Evening . 

THY  favor,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

— With  sacred  joy  to  cheer  my  heart : 

Howe’er  the  corn  and  wine  increase, 

Earth  ne’er  can  yield  such  heavenly  peace. 

2 With  thy  protection  kindly  blest, 

I’ll  lay  me  down  in  peace  to  rest ; 

Safe  in  thy  care — from  danger  free — 

To  wake  on  earth — or  wake  with  aee 


sV  I A 


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4 Third  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield . 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I pray  j 
I am  forever  thine : 

I fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I dare  to  sin. 

Len  2 And  while  I rest  my  wear}"  head, 

— From  care  and  business  free, 

}Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed, 

With  my  cwn  heart  and  thee, 
mf  3 1 pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

>.  4 Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

— I’ll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep: 

mf  Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 

And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 


5 First  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester. 
Communion  with  Ood.  Sabbath  Morning. 

LORD,  hear  my  words — my  spirit  see, 
r When  wrapt  in  solemn  thoughts  of  thee : 

mf  My  King,  my  God,  my  cries  attend  ; 

To  thee  my  suppliant  prayers  ascend. 

— 2 Whene’er  the  morning  rays  appear, 

Thou,  Lord,  my  early  voice  shalt  hear: 
f To  thee  my  lifted  hands  shall  rise, 

And  faith  look  up  with  longing  eyes, 
p 3 0 God,  thy  pure  and  holy  mind 
In  tents  of  sin  no  joy  can  find  : 

Far  from  thy  ’hrone  shall  evil  flee, 

Nor  e’er  inhabit,  Lord,  with  thee. 

— 4 But  I,  by  boundless  mercies  led, 

Thy  temple’s  sacred  courts  will  tread  ; 
f Up  to  thy  house  with  joy  repair: 

Thy  mercies  shall  surround  me  there, 
p 5 Prostrate  I’ll  bow — with  fear  impressed. 

While  awe  profound  inspires  my  breast  j 
< And  faith,  while  yet  my  prayers  arise, 
f Firm  on  the  Saviour’s  name  relies, 


44 

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PSALMS, 


Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 

To  thee  will  I direct  my  prayer, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  ; — 

2 Up  to  the  hills,  w here  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 

Presenting  at  his  Father’s  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

p 3 Thou  art  a God,  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand  : 

Sinners  shall  ne’er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

mf  4 But  to  thy  house  will  [ resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 

1 will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 

>-  And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

Aff  5 Oh  may  thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 

mf  Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

5 Third  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford . 

LORD,  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint  j 
Accept  my  secret  prayer: 

To  thee  alone,  my  King,  my  God, 

Will  1 for  help  repair. 

2 Thou,  in  the  morn,  my  voice  shalt  hear, 

And  with  the  dawning  day, 

To  thee  devoutly  I’ll  look  up, 

To  thee  devoutly  pray. 

mf  3 Let  all  thy  saints,  who  trust  in  thee. 

With  shouts  their  joy  proclaim  ; 

By  thee  preserved,  let  them  rejoice, 

And  magnify  thy  name. 

4 To  righteous  men  the  righteous  Lord 
His  blessings  will  extend  ; 

And  with  his  favor  all  his  saints, 

.As  with  a shield,  defend. 


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45 


5 Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

p BEHOLD  us,  Lord,  with  humble  fear 
Approach  thy  temple  gate  ; 

Though  most  unworthy  to  draw  near, 

Or  in  thy  courts  to  wait. 

mf  2 But,  trusting  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

To  all  so  freely  given, 

We  worship  in  thy  holy  place, 

And  lift  our  souls  to  heaven. 

p 3 Lead  us  in  all  thy  righteous  ways, 

Nor  let  our  footsteps  slide : 

— Make  straight  thy  path  before  our  face, 

Our  guardian,  still,  and  guide. 

mf  4 No  more  to  sin,  Lord,  let  us  yield, 

Defended  from  above, 

And  kept,  and  covered  with  the  shield 
Of  thy  almighty  love. 

5 Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Ormond , 

LORD,  hear  me,  when,  without  disguise, 

My  words  to  thee  ascend  ; 

And  when  my  meditations  rise, 

Oh  graciously  attend. 

2 Before  thy  throne  I’ll  humbly  fall, 

And  all  my  troubles  bring; 

On  thee  alone  for  help  I’ll  call, 

My  righteous  God  and  King. 

mf  3 Soon  as  the  morning  rays  appear, 

I’ll  lift  my  eyes  above  ; 

My  voice  shall  reach  thy  listening  ear, 

>■  And  supplicate  thy  love. 

mf  4 Within  thy  house  my  voice  shall  rise 
Before  thy  mercy -seat ; 

There  will  I fix  my  steadfast  eyes, 

>■  And  worship  at  thy  feet. 

— 5 In  righteousness  thy  strength  display, 

And  my  protection  be  ; 
mf  Teach  me  to  know  that  only  way, 

Which  leads  to  heaven  and  thee. 


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46 

6 First  Part.  L.  M.  Bath, 

Severe  Chastisements  deprecated. 

LOUD,  I can  suffer  thy  rebukes, 

When  thou  wi!h  kindness  dost  chastise  ; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I cannot  bear; 

Oh  let  it  not  against  me  rise. 

2  Pity  my  languishing  estate, 

And  ease  the  sorrow  that  I feel ; 

The  wounds  thy  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

O Lord,  in  tender  mercy  heal. 

3  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long? 
mf  When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 

When  shall  I make  thy  grace  my  song? 


6 Second  Part.  C.  M.  Bether . 

mp  IN  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 
Thy  feeble  worm,  my  God  ; 

My  spirit  dreads  thine  angry  look, 

And  trembles  at  thy  rod. 

2 Have  mercy,  Lord,  for  I am  weak ; 

Regard  my  humble  cry: 

Oh  let  thy  voice  of  comfort  speak, 

And  bring  salvation  nigh. 

3 Oh  come,  and  show  thy  power  to  save, 

And  spare  my  fainting  breath  ; 

For  who  can  praise  thee  in  the  grave, 

Or  sing  thy  name  in  death  ? 

4 Satan,  my  cruel,  envious  foe, 

Insults  me  in  my  pain  ; 

He  smiles  to  see  me  brought  so  low, 

And  tells  me  hope  is  vain  • 

5 But  hence,  thou  enemy,  depart, 

^\or  tempt  me  to  despair  ; 

My  Saviour  comes  to  cheer  my  heart  j 
The  Lord  has  heard  my  prayer. 


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7 First  Part.  L.  M.  Timslury . 

God  the  righteous  Judge. 

A RTSE,  O God — with  just  disdain 
The  anger  of  thy  foes  restrain  ! 

To  judgment  wake — on  thy  command 
Justice  and  truth  securely  stand. 

f 2 So  shall  thy  people  round  thy  seat, 

In  holy  crowds,  rejoicing  meet : 

And  since  on  thee  our  hopes  rely, 

Return,  and  fix  thy  power  on  high. 

7 Second  Part.  L.  M.  Luton 

THE  Lord  is  judge — before  his  throne 
AH  nations  shall  his  justice  own  : 
p Oh  may  my  soul  be  found  sincere, 

— And  stand  approved  with  courage  there. 

2 The  Lord,  in  righteousness  arrayed, 

Surveys  the  world  his  hands  have  made ; 
Pierces  the  heart,  and  tries  the  reins, 

And  judgment  from  on  high  ordains. 

3 My  God,  my  Shield  ! around  me  place 
The  shelter  of  the  Saviour’s  grace : 

mf  Then,  when  thine  arm  the  just  shall  save, 
f My  life  shall  triumph  o’er  the  grave. 


8 First  Part.  L.  M.  Effingham. 

The  divine  Glory  celebrated. 
mf  A LMrCHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

Through  all  the  earth  thy  name  is  spread. 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 
Above  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 

2 To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  sounding  notes  of  honor  raise  j 

And  babes,  with  un instructed  tongue. 

Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3 Amidst  thy  temple  children  throng 
To  see  their  great  Redeemer’s  face ; 

The  son  of  David  is  their  song, 
f And  loud  hosannas  fill  the  place. 


48  PSALMS. 

8 Second  Part.  L.  M.  Alfreton . 

The  condescending  Grace  of  God . 

mf  O LORD,  oar  Lord,  in  power  divine, 

How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name  ! 

Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine, 

Placed  high  above  the  heavenly  frame. 

mp  2 Down  from  his  throne  thy  Son  descends, 

A little  time  our  form  to  wear : 

Beneath  th’  angelic  hosts  he  bends, 

Our  sufferings  and  our  guilt  to  bear. 

mf  3 But,  lo  ! thy  power  exalts  him  high, 

In  glorious  dignity  enthroned  ; 

He  bears  our  nature  to  the  sky, 

O’er  all  thy  works  the  Ruler  crowned. 

f 4 Jesus,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine, 

How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name  ! 

Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine — 

Let  all  the  earth  resound  thy  fame. 

8 Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin's. 

O LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

p 2 Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  so  far  below, 

That  thou  should’st  visit  him  with  grace, 

And  love  his  nature  so? — 

3 That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 
To  take  a mortal  form  ; 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  save  a dying  worm  ! 

mf  4 Let  him  be  crowned  with  majesty, 

>.  Who  bowed  his  head  to  death  ; 

— And  be  his  honors  sounded  high 
By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

f 5 Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  all  the  earth  proclaim. 


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8 Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin’s. 


mp  O THOU,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 

Within  this  earthly  frame, 

< Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou ! 
f How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

— 2 When  heaven,  thy  glorious  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wondering  sight ; 

The  moon,  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 

With  stars  of  feebler  light ; — 

mp  3 Lord,  what  is  man  ! that  thou  shouldst  choose 
To  keep  him  in  thy  mind  ! 

Or  what  his  race  ! that  thou  shouldst  prove 

— To  them  so  wondrous  kind  1 

p 4 0 thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow, 

Within  this  earthly  frame  ; 

«<  Through  all  the  world,  how  great  art  thou! 
f How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 

8 Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee 

f JEHOVAH,  Lord  of  power  and  might, 

How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

The  blaze  of  day — the  pomp  of  night, 

Thy  majesty  proclaim. 

p 2 Lord,  what  is  man — weak,  sinful  mail — 
That  he  thy  care  should  prove  ; 

— That  thou  for  him  shouldst  deign  to  plan 
f Such  mighty  acts  of  love  ! 

— 3 Made  in  thine  image  at  his  birth — 

Next  to  the  heavenly  host, 

And  sovereign  of  the  new-formed  earth, 

>•  Each  privilege  he  lost. 

— • 4 Then  did  the  pitying  Saviour  leave 
The  glories  of  the  sky, — 
mf  Oh  ! love  too  wondrous  to  conceive  ! 

>•  For  sinful  man  to  die, — 

— 5 To  die,  that  we,  by  grace  restored, 

Might  life  and  glory  claim — 
f O great  Creator,  Saviour,  Lord, 

How  excellent  thy  name ! 


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8 Sixth  Part.  S.  M.  Dover. 

mf  O LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 

And  o’er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2 When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I raise  my  wondering  eyes, 

And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 

Adorn  the  darksome  skies  ; — 

3 When  I survey  the  stars, 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 

p Lord,  what  is  man — that  worthless  thing, 

Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

— 4 Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 

And  Lord  of  all  below. 

5 How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ! 

That  from  the  dust,  thy  power  should  frame 
A monument  of  praise. 


9 First  Part.  C.  M.  Lutzen. 

God  glorious  as  a Judge  and  Deliverer. 
f \\TITH  my  whole  heart  I’ll  raise  my  song  ; 

▼ ▼ Thy  wonders  I’ll  proclaim  : 

Thou,  sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

2 I’ll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne, 

To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 

>.  And  make  his  vengeance  known, 
mp  3 Then  shall  the  Lord  a refuge  prove 
For  all  the  poor  oppressed, 

To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 

Len  And  give  the  weary  rest, 
xcf  4 The  men  who  know  thy  name,  will  trust 
Tn  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  hast  ne’er  forsook  the  just, 

Who  humbly  sought  thy  face. 


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f 5 Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion’s  hill, 

Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 

And  doth  his  grace  fullil. 

9 Second  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow. 

WHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just, 
Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 

The  humble  souls,  that  mourn  in  dust, 

Shall  find  a faithful  God. 

p 2 Thy  thunder  shall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 

Make  them  confess  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men. 

3 Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought, 
And  wait,  and  long  complain  ; 

Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

f 4 Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 

Len  To  judge  and  save  the  poor ; 

f Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 

9 Third  Part.  C.  M.  Abridge. 

f TO  God,  who  dwells  on  Zion’s  mount, 

Your  lofty  voices  raise  ; 

Through  all  the  earth  his  works  recount, 

In  solemn  hymns  of  praise. 

— 2 The  Lord  in  righteousness  is  known, 

In  judgment  seen  by  all ; 

The  wicked,  who  his  name  disown 

>-  By  tl-eir  own  works  shall  fall. 

mf  3 O Lord,  in  majesty  arise, 

The  heathen’s  power  assail ; 

Exalt  thyself  above  the  skies, 

And  let  not  man  prevail. 

f 4 Thou  art,  O God,  the  righteous  Lord, 

Thy  name  shall  still  endure; 

Thy  throne  of  judgment,  and  thy  word, 

Shall  stand  for  ever  sure. 


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9 Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham . 

Delight  in  praising  God. 

f TO  celebrate  thy  praise,  O Lord, 

I will  my  heart  prepare ; 

To  all  the  listening  world,  thy  works, 

Thy  wondrous  works,  declare. 

2 The  thought  of  them  shall  to  my  soul 
Exalted  pleasures  bring ; 

While  to  thy  name,  O thou  Most  High, 
ff  Triumphant  praise  I sing. 

m 3 Thou  art,  O Lord,  a sure  defence 
Against  oppressing  rage : 

As  troubles  rise,  thy  needful  aid 
In  our  behalf  engage, 
f 4 To  celebrate  thy  praise,  O Lord, 

I will  my  heart  prepare  ; 

To  all  the  listening  world,  thy  works, 
ff  Thy  wondrous  works,  declare. 


10  First  Part.  L.  M.  Danvers . 

Jehovah , the  Avenger  of  the  Oppressed. 

JEHOVAH  reigns — your  tribute  bring; 
Proclaim  the  Lord,  th’  eternal  King: 
f Crown  him,  ye  saints,  with  holy  joy, 

His  arm  shall  ail  your  foes  destroy. 

— 2 Thou,  Lord,  ere  yet  the  humble  mind 
Had  formed  to  prayer  the  wish  designed, 

>■  Hast  heard  the  secret  sigh  arise, 
mf  While,  swift  to  aid,  thy  mercy  flies. 

— 3 Thy  Spirit  shall  our  heart  prepare  ; 

Thine  ear  shall  listen  to  our  prayer: 

Thou,  righteous  Judge  ! thou  Power  divine ! 

>■  On  thee  the  fatherless  recline. 

mf  4 The  Lord  shall  save  th’  afflicted  breast, 

His  arm  shall  vindicate  the  oppressed  j 
f Earth’s  mightiest  tyrant  feel  his  power, 

Nor  sin,  nor  Satan  grieve  them  more. 


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10  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Burford . 

mp  WHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far, 

And  why  conceal  his  face, 

When  great  calamities  appear, 

And  times  of  deep  distress  ? 

2 Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 
Thy  justice  and  thy  power  ? 

Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 

And  still  thy  saints  devour  ? 
mf  3 O God,  arise — lift  up  thine  hand, 

>-  Attend  our  humble  cry : 
mf  No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand, 

When  God,  our  help,  is  nigh. 

4 Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  lend  thine  ear  to  hear ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
f And  free  thy  saints  from  fear. 

lO  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield . 

ARISE,  O Lord— lift  up  thine  hand, 

And  show  to  all  mankind, 

That  in  thy  guidance  and  command 
The  poor  shall  safety  find. 

2 Thou  dost  ungodliness  behold : 

Oh  then  the  humble  bless  ! 

And  with  thy  sacred  love  infold 
Len  The  poor  and  fatherless. 

— 3 God  hears  his  humble  followers’  voice, 
When  offered  up  in  prayer; 
mf  He  bids  their  thankful  hearts  rejoice, 

Who  to  his  house  repair. 

4 Those  shall  in  peace  and  safety  live, 

Who  love  God’s  righteous  laws ; 
f To  them  he  will  protection  give, 

For  ever,  from  their  foes. 


n L.  M.  Jllfreton . 

God  present  to  save  his  People. 

MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  : 

Why  do  iny  foes  insult  and  cry, 


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PSALMS, 


“ Fly,  like  a timorous,  trembling  dove, 

To  distant  woods,  or  mountains  fly”? 

2  The  Lord  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
His  eyes  survey  the  world  below  : 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 

><  His  eyelids  search  our  spirits  through. 

— 3 If  he  afflict  his  saints  so  far, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace  $ 
What  must  the  bold  transgressors  fear  1 — 
His  very  soul  abhors  their  ways. 

4 The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere  j 
mf  And,  with  a gracious  eye,  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 


C.  M.  Grafton • 

Divine  Aid  invoked  in  Times  of  great  Wickedness. 

HELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

Religion  loses  ground  ; 

The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

2 Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 

They  act  the  flatterer’s  part : 

With  fair,  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 

But  with  a double  heart. 

3  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blasphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 

And  love  is  waxing  cold, — 

4  Is  not  thy  chariot  hastening  on? 

Hast  thou  not  given  the  sign  ? 

May  we  not  trust,  and  live  upon 
A promise  so  divine  ? 

f 5 Yes — saith  the  Lord — now  will  I rise, 

And  make  oppressors  flee  ; 

I shall  appear  to  their  surprise, 

And  set  my  servants  free. 


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13  First  Part.  L.  M.  Medway . 

Complaint  under  the  Hiding  of  God's  Countenance. 
AfF  TJOW  long,  O Lord,  shall  I complain, 

XX  Like  one  that  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
How  long  shall  I thine  absence  mourn, 

And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ? 

2 Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  conclude  my  grief ; 

If  thou  withhold  thy  heavenly  light, 

Len  I sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

— 3 How  will  the  powers  of  darkness  boast, 

If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost ! 

mf  But  I have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 

And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

4 Whate’er  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest : 

My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love — and  raise 
f My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 

13  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee. 
mp  HOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face, 

My  God,  how  long  delay? 

When  shall  I feel  those  heaventy  rays. 

That  chase  my  fears  away  ? 

2 How  long  shall  my  afflicted  soul 
Wrestle,  and  toil,  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 

And  ease  my  raging  pain, 
mf  3 Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep : 

Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  sealed 
>»  In  death’s  eternal  sleep. 

— 4 Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace, 

Whence  all  my  comforts  spring  j 
f I shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 

And  thy  salvation  sing. 

13  Third  Part.  7s.  Benson 
Aff  LORD  of  mercy,  just  and  kind, 

Wilt  thou  ne’er  my  guilt  forgive? 

Never  shall  my  troubled  mind 
In  thy  kind  remembrance  live  ? 


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2 Lord,  how  long  shall  Satan’s  art 
Tempt  my  harassed  soul  to  sin, 

Triumph  o’er  my  humbled  heart, 

Fears  without  and  guilt  within? 

3 Lord,  my  God,  thine  ear  incline, 

Bending  to  the  prayer  of  faith  ; 

mf  Cheer  my  eyes  with  light  divine, 

Len  Lest  I sleep  the  sleep  of  death, 
mp  4 But  on  mercy  I rely — 

Mercy,  heavenly  Lord,  impart : 
mf  Mercy  brings  salvation  nigh  ; 

Mercy  shall  rejoice  my  heart, 
f 5 Lord,  I lift  my  voice  in  praise, 

All  thy  bounty  to  adore  j 
From  eternity  thy  grace 
Flows,  increasing  evermore. 

13  Fourth  Part.  7s.  Norwich . 

Aff  LORD,  my  God,  how  long  by  thee 
Shall  I quite  forgotten  be? 

Lord,  how  long? — for  ever? — say — 

Wilt  thou  turn  thy  face  away  ? 

2 Ceaseless  thoughts  my  soul  perplex ; 

Daily  griefs  my  spirit  vex : 

O'er  me,  lo  ! my  foes  bear  sway : 

Lord,  how  long? — for  ever? — say. 

3 Lord,  my  God,  at  length  arise  ; 

Mark  my  sorrows — hear  my  cries : 

Lighten  thou  my  eyes  that  weep, 

Lest  the  sleep  of  death — 1 sleep. 

4 On  thy  mercy  I repose  : 

Thee  my  heart  her  Saviour  knows  ; 
f Leaps  for  joy ; and  hymns  thee,  Lord, 

Thee,  her  shield,  and  great  reward. 


14  First  Part.  C.  M.  Grafton . 

Atheism  arising  from  Depravity . 

FOOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  say, 
That  all  religion’s  vain  ; 

There  is  no  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 

Or  minds  th’  affairs  of  men. 


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2 The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne, 

Looked  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 

Or  did  his  justice  know. 

3 Jly  nature,  all  are  gone  astray ; 

Their  practice  all  the  same  : 

There’s  none  that  fears  his  Maker’s  hand, 
There’s  none  that  loves  his  name. 

4 Oh  that  salvation  might  proceed 
From  Zion’s  sacred  place, 

Till  Israel’s  captives  all  are  freed, 

And  sing  recovering  grace. 

14  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

ARE  sinners  now  so  hardened  grown, 

That  they  the  saints  devour  ? 

And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  power? 

2 Great  God,  appear  to  their  surprise; 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name : 

Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise, 

Nor  turn  our  hope  to  shame. 

3 Dost  thou  not  dwell  among  the  just? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 

That  we  should  make  thy  name  our  trust: 
Great  God,  eonfound  their  pride. 

4 Oh  ! that  the  joyful  day  was  come 
To  finish  our  distress  ! — 

f When  God  shall  bring  his  children  home, 

Our  songs  shall  never  cease. 


15  First  Part.  L.  M.  Uxbridge . 

The  Citizen  of  Zion . 

»»  TH^THO  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 

* ▼ Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? — 
The  man  who  loves  religion  now, 

And  humbly  walks  with  God  below : — 

2 Whose  hands  are  pure — whose  heart  is  clean ; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 


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3 He  loves  his  enemies— and  prays 
For  those  who  curse  him  to  his  face ; 

And  does  to  airmen  still  the  same 
That  he  could  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

4 Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 

His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone  : — 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 

And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

15  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham . 

II  WHO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

O God  of  holiness  ? 

Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2 The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands ; 

Who  trusts  his  Maker’s  promises, 

And  follows  his  commands  ; — 

3 He  speaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report, 

Nor  do  his  neighbor  wrong  ; — 

4 The  wealthy  sinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  who  fear  the  Lord  ; 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 

Still  he  performs  his  word  j — 

5 His  hands  disdain  a golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  poor : — 

mf  This  man  shall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 

And  find  his  heaven  secure. 

15  Third  Part.  7s.  Lincoln . 

WHO,  O Lord,  when  life  is  o’er, 

Shall  to  heaven’s  blest  mansions  soar ; 

Who,  an  ever  welcome  guest, 

In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2 He,  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed  j 
He,  whose  will  to  thine  conformed, 

Bids  his  life  unsullied  run  ; 

He,  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one 


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mp  3 He,  who  shuns  the  sinner’s  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God  ; 
mf  Who,  with  hope,  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordained  ; — 
— 4 He,  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 

Not  in  an glit  himself  hath  done  : — 

< He,  great  God,  shall  be  thy  care, 
mf  And  thy  choicest  blessings  share. 


16  First  Part.  L.  M.  Ellentkorpe . 

Poverty  of  Spirit. 

PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 

For  succour  to  thy  throne  1 flee, 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead : 

My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

mp  2 Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confessed 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I am : 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

— 3 Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  I do  ; 

These  are  the  company  I keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I know. 

4 Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 

And  give  their  hours  to  noise  and  wine: 
mf  I love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 

Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 


16  Second  Part.  L.  M.  St.  Paul's. 

Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

WHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong; 

His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop ; 
mf  Be  glad,  my  heart — rejoice,  my  tongue, 

My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

>»  2 Though  in  the  dust  I lay  my  head, 

— Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 


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3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust,  and  rise  on  high  ; 

Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

16  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Tallis'  Ev.  Hymn . 

Delight  in  God  and  his  People. 

PRESERVE  thy  faithful  servant,  Lord, 

Who  art  the  refuge  of  the  just  • 

To  me  thy  sheltering  aid  afford, 

For  in  thine  arm  alone  I trust. 

2 The  saints,  who  dwell  the  earth  around, 

I view  with  pleasure  and  delight; 

But  they  who  other  gods  have  found, 

I cast  with  horror  from  my  sight. 

3 I will  not  mingle  with  the  throng, 

Whose  guilt  their  sorrow  multiplies ; 

1 will  not  name  them  with  my  tongue, 

Nor  join  their  bloody  sacrifice. 

4 God  is  my  portion  here  below ; 

’Tis  he,  who  shall  my  lot  maintain  j 

Ills  bounty  makes  my  cup  o’erflow, 

And  frees  my  anxious  soul  from  pain. 

5 Thou  shalt  unto  my  longing  eyes 
The  path  of  endless  life  display  ; 

Where,  in  thy  presence,  joys  arise. 

Which  neither  languish  nor  decay. 

16  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Medford. 

LET  heathens  to  their  idols  haste, 

And  worship  wood  or  stone  ; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast 
Where  God  is  truly  known. 

2 His  hand  provides  my  constant  food ; 

He  fills  my  daily  cup: 

Much  am  1 pleased  with  present  good, 

But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

mf  3 God  is  .my  portion  and  my  joy ; 

His  counsels  are  my  light ; 

— He  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  day, 

And  keeps  me  safe  by  night. 


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mp  4 My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-seeing  eye : — 
mf  Not  death,  nor  hell,  my  hope  shall  move, 
While  such  a friend  is  nigh. 

5 Thou  shalt  the  paths  of  life  display, 

Which  to  thy  presence  lead  ; 

Where  pleasures  dwell  without  alloy, 

And  joys  that  never  fade. 

16  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee . 

Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

I  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

He  bears  my  courage  up ; 

My  heart,  my  tongue,  their  joy  express} 

My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

mp  2 My  spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
Where  souls  departed  are  : 

Nor  quit  my  body  in  the  grave, 

>■  To  see  corruption  there. 

mf  3 Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

And  raise  me  to  thy  throne  ; 
f Thy  courts  immortal  pleasure  give ; 

Thy  presence  joys  unknown. 


17  First  Part.  L.  M.  Newmarket. 

Prospect  of  the  Righteous  and  Wicked  contrasted. 

LORD,  I am  thine — but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love } 
When  inen  of  spite  against  me  join, 

They  are  the  sword — the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below } 

’Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know  ; 

’Tis  all  they  seek — they  take  their  shares, 

And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I resign  ; 

AfF  Lord,  ’tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine: 

«<  I shail  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
f And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 


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?4  This  life’s  a dream — an  empty  show ; 
But  that  bright  world  to  which  I go, 

Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; — 
When  shall  I wake,  and  find  me  there? 

5 O elorious  hour ! — O blest  abode  ! 

I shall  be  near,  and  like  n»y  God  ; 

And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

p 6 My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  Ground, 

— Till  the  last  trumpet’s  joyful  sound  : 
f Then  burst  the  chains,  vvit.h  glad  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour’s  image  rise. 


17  Second  Part.  S.  M.  Dover. 

ARTSE,  my  gracious  God, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 

They  are  but  thy  chastizing  rod, 

To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2 Behold  the  sinner  dies — 

His  hauGhty  words  are  vain  ; 

Here,  in  this  life,  his  pleasure  lies, 

>■  And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

— 3 Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store : 
mf  The  Lord  is  my  inheritance — 

My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

f 4 1 shall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 

Washed  in  my  Saviour’s  blood. 


18  First  Part.  L.  M.  Danvers. 

Strength  and  Protection  from  Jehovah. 

WITH  my  whole  heart,  I’ll  love  thy  name, 
Jehovah  ! thee  my  strength  1 claim  j 
My  rock,  my  fortress,  where  1 fly  $ 
f My  great  deliverer,  always  nigh. 


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mp  2 My  God  ! thy  names  of  grace  impart 

— The  strength  that  cheers  my  fainting  hearts 
In  thee  I trust — noi  danger  dread, 

f Thine  arm  the  buckler  o’er  my  head. 

— 3 What  can  thy  horn  of  power  control, 

Which  wrought  salvation  for  my  soul? 

f Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence  ; 

Nor  earth,  nor  hell,  shall  pluck  me  thence. 

— 4 Thou,  gracious  Lord,  hast  heard  my  cries  j 

< Beyond  our  praise  thy  glories  rise  ; 

— And  still  shall  prayer  my  lips  employ, 
f Till  thou  shalt  every  foe  destroy. 

18  Second  Part.  L.  M.  XJxlridge . 

mf  THEE  will  I love,  O Lord,  my  strength, 

My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence; 

Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 

For  I have  found  salvation  thence. 

p 2 Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade ; 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rose, 

>■  And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 

p 3 In  my  distress,  I called  my  God, 

When  I could  scarce  believe  him  mine : 

He  bowed  his  ear  to  my  complaint, 

< And  proved  his  saving  grace  divine. 

mf  4 My  song  for  ever  shall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

18  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Alfreton. 

»»  LORD,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 

Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear: 

Before  mine  eyes  I set  thy  laws, 

And  thou  hast  owned  my  righteous  cause. 

2 What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest ! 

What  wars  and  struggling*  in  my  breast! 

But  through  thy  grace,  that  reigns  within, 

1 guard  against  my  darling  sin. — 


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3 That  sin,  that  close  besets  me  still, 

That  works  and  strives  against  my  will 
When  shall  thy  Spirit’s  sovereign  power 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more  ? 

4 With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 

The  kind  and  faithful  soul  shall  find 
A God  more  faithful,  and  more  kind. 

5 The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say. 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just  than  they : 

But  men  that  love  revenge  shall  know 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 

18  Fourth  Part.  L.  M.  Appleton . 

JUST  are  thy  way3,  and  true  thy  word, 

Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  j 
Who  is  a God,  beside  the  Lord  ? 

Or  where’s  a refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2 ’Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield ; 

And  while  with  sin  and  hell  1 fight. 

Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3 He  lives — and  blessings  crown  his  reign — 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives ; 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  vain, 

> While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

18  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  St. Martins, 

NO  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
My  trust,  O Lord,  in  thee  ; 

mf  For  thou  hast  always  been  my  rock, 

A sure  defence  to  me. 

— 2 Thou  our  deliverer  art,  O God  ; 

Our  trust  is  in  thy  power ; 

mf  Thou  art  our  shield  from  foes  abroad, 

Our  safeguard,  and  our  tower. 

mp  3 To  thee  wili  we  address  our  prayer, 

To  whom  all  praise  we  owe  ; 

So  shall  we,  by  thy  watchful  care, 

Be  saved  from  every  foe. 


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f 4 Then  let  Jehovah  be  adored, 

On  whom  our  hopes  depend  ; 
For  who,  except  the  mighty  Lord, 
His  people  can  defend. 


18  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  London 

Jehovah  coming  to  reign . 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high, 

And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  cf  the  sky. 

2 On  cherubim  and  seraphim 
Full  royally  he  rode, 

And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds, 

Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3 He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 

And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 

For  evermore  shall  reign. 


18  Seventh  Part.  8s.  & 7s.  Suffolk 

LO  ! the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth  ! 

He’s  my  rock,  [ bless  his  name: 

He,  my  God,  salvation  giveth  ; 

All  ye  lands,  exalt  his  fame. 

2 God,  Messiah’s  cause  maintaining, 

Shall  his  riahteous  throne  extend  : 

O’er  the  world  the  Saviour  reigning, 

Earth  shall  at  his  footstool  bend. 

3 O’er  his  enemies  exalted. 

Great  Redeemer! — see  him  rise! 

Though  by  powers  of  hell  assaulted, 

God  supports  him  to  the  skies. 

4 Jesus,  hail ! enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide  ; 

All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father’s  side. 

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19  First  Part.  L.  P.  M.  St.  Helen's. 

Delight  and  Instruction  from  the  Bible. 

I LOVE  the  volume  of  thy  word  ; 

What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 
p To  souls  benighted  and  distressed  ! 

— Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 

Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2 Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But  ’tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 

That  makes  my  gurlty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul — subdues  my  sin, 

< And  gives  a free,  but  large  reward. 

p 3 Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts/ 

My  God,  forgive  my  secret  fauUs, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain: 
mf  Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 

That  I have  read  thy  hook  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

19  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Danvers. 

The  Heavens  declaring  the  Glory  of  God. 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a shining  frame, 

Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2 Th’  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Does  his  Creator’s  power  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

p 3 Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 

The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 

And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 

Re  [teats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; — 

— 4 While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  bum, 

And  all  the  planets,  in  their  turn, 
mf  Confirm  the  tidings,  as  they  roll, 
f And  spread  tile  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 


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p 5 What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 

Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  hall — 

What  though  nor  real  voice,  nor  sound 

Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found — 

— 6 In  reason’s  ear  they  all  rejoice, 

< And  utter  forth  a glorious  voice ; 
f For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 

“ The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine.” 

19  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

The  Glory  oj  God  in  his  Works  and  in  his  Word . 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Jn  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2 The  rolling  sun — the  changing  light, 

And  nights,  and  days,  thy  power  confess ; 

But  that  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3 Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 
Round  all  the  earth — and  never  stand  ; 

So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land, 
mf  4 Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  j 

Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 

Which  see  the  light — or  feel  the  sun. 

— 5 Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ! 

Oh  bless  the  world  with  heavenly  light! 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise: 

Thy  laws  are  pure — thy  judgments  right. 

6 Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven  : — 

Aff  Lord,  cleanse  my  sins — my  soul  renew, 
mf  And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

19  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Dunchurch. 

Deliverance  from  Sin  implored. 

GOD’S  perfect  law  converts  the  soul, 

Reclaims  from  false  desires ; 

With  sacred  wisdom,  his  sure  word 
The  ignorant  inspires. 


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2 But  what  frail  man  observes  how  oft 
He  does  from  virtue  fall  ? — 

Aff  Oh  : cleanse  me  from  my  secret  faults, 

Thou  God  that  know’st  them  all ! 

f 3 So  shall  my  prayer  and  praises  be 
With  thy  acceptance  blest ; 

And  I secure,  on  thy  defence, 

My  Strength  and  Saviour,  rest. 

19  Fifth  Part.  S.  M.  Haverhill. 

Aff  I HEAR  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I would  fain  obey ; 

Lord,  send  thy  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I stray. 

2 Oh  ! who  can  ever  find 
The  error  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a bold  presumptuous  mind, 

I would  not  dare  transgress. 

3 Warn  me  of  every  sin, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 

Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

mf  4 While  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 

1 spread  thy  praise  abroad, 

Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

19  Sixth  Part.  S.  M.  Eastburn. 

The  Glory  of  God  in  his  Worlcs  and  in  his  Word . 

n BEHOLD,  the  lofty  sky 

Declares  its  maker  God  ; 

And  all  the  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

2 The  darkness  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  course  the  same ; 

While  night  to  day — and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3 In  every  different  land 
Their  general  voice  is  known  ; 

They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

And  orders  of  his  throne. 


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4 His  laws  are  just  and  pure  $ 

His  truth  without  deceit ; 

His  promises  for  ever  sure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 

— ,5  While  of  thy  works  I sing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim  ; 

Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer’s  name. 

19  Seventh  Part.  S.  M.  Mornington. 
BEHOLD  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  j 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 

And  lile  and  light  convey. 

2 But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light, 

It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 

And  gives  the  blind  their  sight, 
p 3 How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
mf  For  ever  sure  thy  promise  Lord, 

And  we  securely  trust. 

AfF  4 My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given  ! 

Oh  ! may  I never  read  in  vain, 
mf  But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 


20  First  Part.  L.  M.  Nazareth . 
Prayer  and.  Hope  in  Trouble. 

NOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
Attend  his  people’s  humble  cry  ! 

>»  Jehovah  hears,  when  Israel  prays, — 
mf  And  sends  deliverance  from  on  high. 

— 2 Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs. 

His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts  ; 

His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 
>•  Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

Aff  3 Save  us,  O Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 
f And  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  strong, 

Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
ff  And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 


70  PSALMS. 

20  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Ely. 

THE  Lord  unto  thv  prayer  attend, 

In  trouble’s  darksome  hour: 

mf  The  name  of  Jacob’s  God  defend, 

And  shield  thee  by  his  power. 

f 2 In  thy  salvation  we’ll  rejoice, 

And  triumph  in  the  Lord  ; 

For,  when  in  prayer  ho  hears  thy  voice, 

He  will  relief  afford. 

3 In  chariots  and  on  horses  some 
For  aid  and  shelter  flee  ; 

— But  in  thy  name,  O Lord,  we  come, 

And  will  remember  thee. 

4 O Lord,  to  us  salvation  bring; 

In  thee  alone  we  trust ; 

Hear  us,  O God,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thou  refuge  of  the  just ! 


21  First  Part.  L.  M.  St.  Paul's . 

Christ  exalted  to  reign. 

BEHOLD  the  King  of  Zion  rise 
To  endless  glory  in  the  skies ! 

Thy  strength  and  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

His  joy,  his  triumph,  his  reward  I 

2 The  Lord  his  heart’s  desire  completes, 
mp  From  heaven  his  prayer  acceptance  meets: 
Though  bowed  to  death — intent  to  save, 

— He  lifts  him  from  the  cross  and  grave. 

mf  3 He  asks— th’  eternal  Lord  bestows — 

Life  from  th’  unchanging  fountain  flows ! 

O’er  death  the  victory  he  gives — 

Th’  exalted  Saviour  ever  lives  ! 

4 Hail,  Fount  of  Blessings  ! — placed  in  thee, 
Our  life,  our  strength,  our  all,  we  see : 
f Aloud  our  songs  thy  power  proclaim, 

And  wide  we  sDread  thy  glorious  name. 


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21  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford 

God  acknowledged  in  National  Blessings. 

i IN  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise, 

Our  favored  realms  rejoice  ; 

And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice, 
p 2 Tn  deep  distress,  our  injured  land 
Implored  thy  power  to  save  ; 

< For  life  we  prayed — thy  bounteous  hand 
mf  The  timely  blessing  gave. 

— 3 On  thee,  in  want,  in  wo,  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 

And  all  our  wants  supply, 
f 4 Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 
And  still  exalt  thy  fame  ; 

While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 


22  FmsT  Part.  L.  M.  Medway. 

Sufferings  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 

mp  TVTOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
1^1  The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 

When  he  complained  in  tears  and  blood, 

Like  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 
mf  2 But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry — 

Raised  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high  ; 

The  nations  learn  his  lighteousness, 

And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

22  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow . 

u NOW,  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 

My  God,  support  thy  Son, 

When  horrors  dark  iny  soul  oppress, 

Oh  leave  me  not  alone  !” 

2 Thus  did  our  suffering  Saviour  pray, 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears  ; 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 

And  chased  away  his  fears. 


72  PSALMS. 

{ 3 Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death  l 

His  throne  exalted  stands  ; 

While  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Shall  bow  to  his  commands. 

22  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham. 

Goodness  of  God  commemorated. 
mp  WHEN  trouble  fills  my  soul  with  grief, 

Oh  hide  not,  Lord,  thy  face  j 
For  1 can  hope  for  no  relief, 

Unaided  by  thy  grace. 

— 2 Our  fathers,  trusting  in  thy  word, 

Reposed  their  hope  in  thee  ; 

In  thee  protection  found,  O Lord, 
f And  life  and  .liberty. 

— 3 W'hen  in  thy  temple  I appear 

To  hear  thy  sacred  word  ; 

My  vows  I will  perform,  and  there 
Thy  benefits  record. 

4 For  thou,  from  men  of  low  estate, 

Wilt  not  conceal  thy  face  ; 

But  unto  those  who  humbly  wait, 

Wilt  give  thy  promised  grace, 
f 5 To  all  the  world  will  [ declare 
The  greatness  of  thy  name  ; 

Assembled  saints  my  voice  shall  hear, 

As  I thy  praise  proclaim. 

22  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

ii  ALL  ye  who  serve  the  Lord  with  fear, 

In  praise  lift  up  your  voice ; 

Let  Jacob’s  faithful  children  hear, 

Let  Israel’s  sons  rejoice. 

2 The  great,  who  have  his  bounty  known, 

And  they  win  mercy  crave, 

Alike  shall  at  his  feet  bow  down  j 
For  he  alone  can  save. 

3 Throughout  the  world’s  extended  bound, 

His  goodness  shall  be  shown  ; 

And  every  tongue,  the  earth  around, 

Shall  worship  at  his  throne. 


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4 His  glorious  kingdom  is  divine, 

His  subjects  hear  his  word  ; 

Through  every  realm  his  light  shall  shine, 
And  all  shall  fear  the  Lord. 


£3  First  Part.  L.  M.  6l.  Belville. 

Jehovah , the  Shepherd  of  his  People. 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 

And  feed  me  with  a shepherd’s  care , 

His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 

And  guard  me  with  a watchful  eye: 

My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 

And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2 When  ir  the  sultry  glebe  I faint, 

Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 

To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads; 
pp  Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 

— Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3 Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I tread, 

W7ith  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
mf  My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 

For  thou,  O Lord,  art  with  me  still : 

Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 

And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

— 4 Though  in  a bare  and  rugged  way, 

Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I stray, 

Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile : 

The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
mf  With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

£3  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Warwick . 

dol  THE  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 
Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide ; 

The  shepherd,  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied, 
p 2 In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose  ; 

— Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 
Refreshing  water  flows. 


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3 He  does  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 

And,  to  his  endless  praise, 

Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  his  most  righteous  ways. 

4 I pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free ; 

mf  For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

— 5 Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 
' Through  all  my  life  extend, 

mf  That  life  to  him  I will  devote, 

And  in  his  temple  spend. 

23  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Covington. 

dol  MY  shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 

Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 

Beside  the  living  stream. 

2 He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back, 

When  I forsake  his  ways  ; 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy’s  sake, 

In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

p 3 When  I walk  through  the  shades  of  death, 

— Thy  presence  is  my  stay  ; 

One  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
mf  Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

— 4 The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

< Oh  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
f And  all  my  work  be  praise. 

£3  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Olmutz. 

dol  THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is ; 

I shall  be  well  supplied  ; 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I am  his. 

What  can  I want  beside  ? 

2 He  leads  me  to  the  place, 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows  j 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
f And  full  salvation  flows. 


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— 3 If  e’er  I go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 

For  his  most  holy  name. 

4 While  he  affords  his  aid, 

T cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Though  1 should  walk  through  death’s  dark 
f My  shepherd’s  with  me  there.  [shade, 

— 5 Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
f And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

— 6 The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  future  days; 
f Nor  from  thy  house  will  l remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

23  Fifth  Part.  S.  M.  Haverhill. 

dol  WHILE  my  Redeemer’s  near, 

My  shepherd,  and  my  guide, 

1 bid  farewell  to  every  fear  ; 

My  wants  are  all  supplied 

2 To  ever  fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

Aff  3 Dear  Shepherd,  if  I stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 

And  guard  me  with  thy  watchful  eye, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

23  Sixth  Part.  7s.  Benson . 

dol  TO  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large, 

Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge; 

And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 

Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2 When  l faint  with  summer’s  heat, 

Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams,  that,  still  and  sl^w, 

Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 


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mf  3 Safe  the  dreary  vale  7 tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o’erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard — and  that  my  guide. 
— 4 Constant,  to  my  latest  end, 

< Thou  my  footsteps  shall  attend  ; 
mf  And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 


24  First  Part.  L.  M.  Timsbury. 

The  Cithen  of  Zion. 

THE  earth,  O Lord,  is  ever  thine, 

Its  peopled  realms,  and  wealthy  stores  j 
Built  on  the  floods  by  power  divine, 

The  waves  are  ramparts  to  the  shores, 
mp  2 But  who  shall  reach  thy  holy  place, 

Or  who,  O Lord,  ascend  thy  hill  ? — 

— The  pure  in  heart  shall  see  thy  face. 

The  perfect  man,  that  doth  thy  will. 

3 He,  who  to  bribes  hath  closed  his  hand, 

To  idols  never  bent  the  knee, 

Nor  sworn  in  falsehood  ; — he  shall  stand 
mf  Redeemed,  and  owned,  and  kept  by  thee. 

24  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Alfrcton . 

ii  WHO  shall  ascend  the  holy  hill, 

Great  God  ! which  all  thy  glories  fill  ? 

Who,  in  thy  temple’s  hallowed  dome, 

Secure  his  everlasting  home  i 
2 Whose  hands  are  clean — whose  heart  sincere, 
Whose  purpose  pure — whose  actions  clear, 
Whose  soul  no  vanity  allures, 

And  truth  his  plighted  vow  secures ; — 

3 This  man  the  blessing  shall  receive — 

The  blessing,  which  the  Lord  will  give: 
f Salvation  from  his  God  shall  flow, 

And  righteousness  his  hand  bestow. 

— 4 These  are  the  men — the  chosen  seed, 

Like  Jacob,  wrestling  as  they  plead  : 

They  seek,  O Lord — they  seek  thy  face, 
raf  And  wait — and  find  the  promised  grace. 


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24  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Appleton 

Triumphal  Ascension  of  Christ 

ii  OUK.  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  : 

The  pow  ers  of  hed  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2 There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 

* Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ! 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

3 Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene; 

He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right, 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in.’ 

4 “ Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who?” 

‘The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  o’ercame, 

That  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o’erthrew ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror’s  name.’ 

5 Lo ! his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solentn  lay, 

* Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ! 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  !’ 

6 “ Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ?” 

‘The  Lord,  of  boundless  power  possessed, 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 

God  over  all,  forever  blest.’ 


£4  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Judea 

The  Citizen  of  Zion. 

tt  LORD,  who,  among  the  sons  of  men, 

May  visit  thine  abode  ? — 

He,  who  has  hands  from  mischief  clean, 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 

2 This  is  the  man  may  rise  and  take 
The  blessings  of  h»s  grace ; 

This  is  the  lot  of  those  who  seek 
The  God  of  Jacob’s  face. 


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78 

f 3 Now  let  our  souls’  immortal  powers, 

To  meet  the  Lord,  prepare  ; 

Lift  up  their  everlasting  doors, 

The  King  ol  glory’s  near. 

4 The  King  of  glory  ! — who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations — but  to  dwell 
With  saints  is  his  delight. 

24  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Tallis'  Chant . 

Triumphal  Ascension  of  Christ. 

LIFT  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates, 

Unfold,  to  entertain 

The  King  of  glory  ; — see,  he  comes 
With  his  celestial  train. 

2 “ Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? — who?” 

The  Lord,  for  strength  renowned ; 

In  battle  mighty, — o’er  his  foes 
Eternal  victor  crowned. 

3 Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates, 

Unfold,  to  entertain 

The  King  of  glory  ; — see,  he  comes 
With  all  his  shining  train. 

4 “ Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? — who?” 

The  Lord  of  hosts  renowned: 

Of  glory  he  alone  is  King, 

Who  is  with  glory  crowned. 

24  Sixth  Part.  7s.  Bath  Alley. 

• “ WIDE,  ye  heavenly  gates,  unfold, 

Closed  no  more  by  death  and  sin  $ 

Lo  ! the  conquering  Lord  beliold, 

Let  the  King  of  glory  in.” 

Hark,  th’  angelic  host  inquire, 

“ Who  is  he,  th’  almighty  King?” 

Hark  again,  the  answering  choir 
Thus  in  strains  of  triumph  sing: — 

2 “ He,  wliose  powerful  arm  alone, 

On  his  foes  destruction  hurled  j 

He,  who  hath  the  victory  won, 

He,  who  saved  a ruined  world 


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He,  who  God’s  pure  law  fulfilled, 

Jesus,  the  incarnate  Word  ; 

He,  whose  truth  with  blood  was  sealed) 
He  is  heaven’s  all-glorious  Lord.” 

3 “ Who  shall  to  this  blest  abode 
Follow  in  the  Saviour’s  train  ?” 
“They,  who  in  his  cleansing  blood 
Wash  away  each  guilty  stain  : 

They,  whose  daily  actions  prove 
Steadfast  faith,  and  holy  fear, 

Fervent  zeal,  and  grateful  love 
They  shall  dwell  forever  here.” 


25  First  Part.  C.  M.  Mcdjicld. 

Prayer  for  Divine  Guidance  and  Pardon . 

AfF  ^<HOW  me,  O Lord,  thy  sacred  way, 

^ Thy  truths  to  me  relate  ; 

For  thou  art  God,  whom  I obey  j 
On  thee  I daily  wait. 

0 2 Remember  not  in  anger,  Lord, 

The  errors  of  my  youth  ; 

But  let  thy  mercy  help  afford, 

According  to  thy  truth. 

3 O Lord,  on  me  compassion  take, 

Who  have  despised  thy  word  ; 

And  for  thy  name  and  mercy’s  sake, 

Thy  pardoning  love  afford. 

4 Oh  keep  my  soul,  and  set  me  free, 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  from  shame  ; 

mf  For  I have  placed  my  hope  in  thee, 

And  trusted  in  thy  name. 

25  Second  Part.  S.  M.  Watchman. 

1 LTFT  my  soul  to  God  ; 

My  trust  is  in  his  name : 

Let  not  my  foes,  that  seek  my  blood, 

Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2 From  early  dawning  light 
Till  evening  shades  arise, 

For  thy  salvation.  Lord,  I wait. 

With  evei-longing  eyes. 


80 


PSALMS. 


3 Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 

And  follies  of  my  youth. 

4 The  Lord  is  just  and  kind ; 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways  ; 

mf  And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

25  Third  Part.  S.  M.  Cedron. 

Mercy  of  God,  to  the  Faithful. 

Aff  TO  God,  in  whom  I trust, 

I  lift  my  heart  and  voice ; 

Oh  ! let  me  not  be  put  to  shame. 

Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 

2 Thy  mercies,  and  thy  love, 

O Lord,  recall  to  mind  ; 

And  graciously  continue  still, 

As  thou  wert  ever,  kind. 

3 Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 
Be  blotted  out  bv  thee ; 

mf  And,  for  thy  wondrous  goodness’  sake, 

— In  mercy  think  on  me. 

mf  4 His  mercy,  and  his  truth 

The  righteous  Lord  displays, 

In  bringing  wandering  sinners  home, 

And  teaching  them  his  ways. 

25  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Mornington. 
MINE  eyes  and  my  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

I love  to  plead  his  promised  grace, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

Aff  2 Lord,  turn  thee  to  my  soul; 
mf  Bring  thy  salvation  near: 

— When  will  f.hy  hand  release  my  feet 

From  sin’s  destructive  snare  ? 

3 When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 
Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways, 

My  wandering  feet  have  trod? 


PSALMS. 


Aff  4 Oh,  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ; 

.<  For  1 have  placed  my  only  trust 
f In  my  Redeemer’s  name, 
mp  5 With  humble  faith  I wait 
To  see  thy  face  again  : 
mf"  Of  Israel  it  shall  ne’er  be  said, 

— He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

25  Fifth  Part.  S.  M.  Dover. 

WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found, 

That  fears  t’  offend  his  God, 

That  loves  the  gospel’s  joyful  sound, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2 The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 
The  secrets  of  his  heart ; 

The  wonders  of  his  covenant  show, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

3 The  dealings  of  his  power 
Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 

With  such  as  keep  his  covenant  sure, 

And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4 Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 
Before  their  Maker’s  face, 

mf  Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 
In  their  extensive  grace. 


26  First  Part.  L.  M.  Tallis'  Ev.  Hymn. 

Conscious  Integrity. 

JUDGE  me,  O Lord — and  prove  my  ways ; 

And  try  my  reins— and  try  my  heart: 

My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2 Among  thy  saints  will  I appear 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  innocence ; 

But,  when  I stand  before  thy  bar, 

The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence, 
mf  3 I love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple,  where  thine  honors  dwell; 
There  shall  I hear  thy  holy  word, 
f And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell 
6 


82  PSALMS. 

— 4 Let  not  my  soul  be  joined,  at  last, 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood  ; 

Since  1 my  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  the  saints — and  near  my  God. 

26  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee . 

Delight  in  the  Presence  and  Worship  of  Ood. 

WE  love  thy  holy  temple,  Lord, 

For  there  thou  deisrn’st  to  dwell ; 

And  there  the  heralds  of  thy  word 
Of  all  thy  mercies  tell. 

p 2 There,  in  thy  pure  and  cleansing  fount, 
Washed  from  each  guilty  stain, 

•<  Our  souls  on  w ings  of  faith  shall  mount 
f To  heaven’s  eternal  fane. 

Aff  3 Around  thine  altar  will  we  kneel 
In  penitence  sincere, 
mf  A Saviour’s  mercy  deeply  feel, 

— And  words  of  pardon  hear ; — 

•<  4 Or,  mingling  with  the  choral  throng, 
f Our  joyful  voices  raise, 
ff  And  pour  the  full,  melodious  song, 

In  notes  of  grateful  praise. 

26  Third  Part.  7s.  PleyeVsHymn . 

Aff  SEARCH  my  heart — my  actions  prove, 

Try  my  thoughts,  as  they  arise  ; 

For  thy  kindness  and  thy  love 
Ever  are  before  my  eyes. 

mf  2 I have  loved  the  hallowed  place, 

Where  thine  honor  doth  abide; 

To  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 

— Lord,  my  erring  footsteps  guide ! 

3 Gather  not  my  soul  with  those, 

Who  their  deeds  of  blood  pursue ; 

Who,  thy  justice  to  oppose, 

Hold  the  tempting  bribe  to  view. 

4 Keep  my  soul  from  all  offence; 

All  my  supplications  hear; 

As  I walk  in  innocence, 

Let  me,  Lord,  thy  mercy  share. 


I Y I VA 


PSALMS. 


83 


mf  5 Thou  hast  placed  my  foot  aright, 
Therefore  f my  voice  will  raise, 
With  thy  saints — before  thy  sight, 
In  unceasing  hymns  of  praise. 


27  First  Part.  C.  M.  Stephens . 

God  resorted  to  in  Trouble  and  Desertion 
ft  np  HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

1 And  my  salvation  too  ; 
f God  is  my  strength — nor  will  I fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

— 2 One  privilege  my  heart  desires — 

Aff  Oh  ! grant  me  mine  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 

The  temples  of  my  God  ! 
mf  3 There  shall  I offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  glory  still ; 

Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 

And  learn  thy  holy  will. 

— 4 When  troubles  rise — and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide; 

God  has  a strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide, 
f 5 Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 
ff  And  stings  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 

27  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Patmos . 

SOON  as  I heard  my  Father  say, 

“ Ve  children,  seek  my  grace;” 

My  heart  replied  without  delay, 

“ I’ll  seek  my  Father’s  face.” 
p 2 Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away : 

God  of  my  life,  1 fly  to  thee, 

In  each  distressing  day. 

3 Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear. 
Leave  me  to  want,  or  die ; 

My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  aU  my  need  supply. 


84  PSALMS. 

f 4 Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up ; 

He’ll  raise  your  spirit,  when  it  faints, 

And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

27  Third  Part.  7s.  Norwich, 

WHEN  my  cries  ascend  to  thee, 

Hear,  Jehovah,  from  afar; 

Let  thy  tender  mercies  be 
Still  propitious  to  my  prayer ! 

2 When  thou  bad’st  me  seek  thy  face, 

Quickly  did  my  heart  reply, 

Resting  on  thy  word  of  grace, 

“ Thee  I’ll  seek,  O Lord  most  high  !’* 

3 Should  the  world  deceitful  prove, 

When  no  more  its  help  1 share; 

Though  decayed  a mother’s  love, 

Though  withdrawn  a father’s  care; — 

mf  4 Then  Jehovah’s  guardian  eye 
Shall  my  orphan  state  defend, 

Shall  a parent’s  place  supply. 

He  my  guardian,  father,  friend ! 

27  Fourth  Part.  7s.  Norwich, 

GRACIOUS  Lord,  disclose  thy  way, 

In  thy  path  my  feet  sustain: 

While  my  foes  my  steps  survey, 

Make  the  path  of  duty  plain : — 

2 Nor  my  fainting  spirit  yield 

To  the  foes  which  round  me  rise: 

From  the  great  accuser  shield, 

Cruel  power,  or  slanderous  lies. 

3 Had  not  faith  revived  my  breast, 

Ofl  my  soul  had  sunk  in  wo: 

Now,  through  life,  assured  1 rest, 

All  thy  goodness,  Lord,  to  know. 

aif  4 Wait,  then,  Israel,  on  the  Lord  ; 

Still  with  courage  cheer  thy  heart: 

Wait — for  faithful  is  his  word, 

He  will  grace  and  strength  impart. 


PSALMS.  85 

28  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

Divine  Interposition  acknowledged. 

mf  T>LEST  he  the  Lord,  who  heard  my  prayer, 
The  Lord — my  shield — my  song; 

Who  saved  my  soul  from  sin  and  fear, 

And  tuned  with  praise  my  tongue. 

mp  2 When  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Of  foes  and  death  afraid, 

— My  spirit  trusted  in  his  grace, 

And  sought,  and  found  his  aid. 

mf  3 O blest  Redeemer — glorious  Lord ! 

Thy  shield — thy  strength  shall  be 
The  shield — the  saving  strength  of  all, 

Who  love,  and  trust  in  thee. 

mp  4 Remember,  Lord,  thy  chosen  seed; 

Oh  save  from  guilt  and  wo : 

— Thy  flocks  in  richest  pastures  feed, 

Ana  guard  from  every  foe. 

f 5 Zion  exalt— her  cause  defend ; 

With  joy  her  courts  surround : 

Let  showers  of  heavenly  grace  descend, 

And  saints  thy  praise  resound. 


29  First  Part.  L.  M.  Monmouth 

Jehovah , the  Universal  King. 

fit  I VE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
vX  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power; 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2 The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud, 
Through  every  ocean,  every  land: 

His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 

And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3 The  Lord  sits  sovereign  on  the  flood, 

O’er  earth  he  reigns  for  ever  ksng; 

But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 

Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 


86  PSALMS. 

p 4 In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  imports: 

Amid  the  raging  storm,  his  word 
SpeaKs  peace  and  comfort  to  our  hearts. 

29  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Dunstan . 

»t  SONS  of  the  mighty ! rise,  and  bring 
Your  offerings  to  th*  eternal  King: 

Own  *tis  Jehovah,  while  you  rise, 

Your  glory  and  your  strength  supplies. 

2 His  word,  all  powerful  to  fulfil 
Til*  eternal  counsels  of  h.s  will, 

With  awful  majesty  arrayed, 

Subdues  the  world  his  hand  has  made 

3 The  mountains  bow — the  cedars  rend, 

Lo!  at.  his  high  command  they  bend! 

So  through  the  world  his  gospel  ran, 

And  bowed  the  rebel  heart  of  man. 

4 His  word,  like  lightning  from  the  skies, 
Strikes  deep — and  quick  conviction  flies: 

The  nations  tremble  and  adore, 

Through  earth,  to  its  remotest  shore. 

f 5 Jesus  is  king! — enthroned  on  high, 
lie  reigns  through  all  eternity  ! 

His  glory  shall  his  church  increase, 

With  strength  divine — and  endless  peace ! 

29  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Timsbury. 

i  YE  mighty  rulers  of  the  land, 

Give  praise  and  glory  to  the  Lord : 

And  while  before  his  throne  ye  stand, 

His  great  and  powerful  acts  record. 

2 Oh  render  unto  God  above 

The  honors  which  to  him  belong; 

And  in  the  temple  of  his  love, 

Let  worship  flow  from  every  tongue. 

3 His  voice  is  heard  the  earth  around, 

When  through  the  heavens  his  thunders  roll : 

The  troubled  ocean  hears  the  sound, 

And  yields  itself  to  his  control. 


PSALMS. 


87 


4 When  he  upon  the  lightning  rides, 

His  voice  in  loudest  thunder  speaks  j 

The  fiery  element  divides, 

And  earth  to  its  deep  centre  shakes 

5 God  on  the  floods  has  fixed  Lis  throne, 

His  government  shall  never  cease ; 

He  shall  his  power  and  strength  make  known, 
And  bless  his  chosen  sons  with  peace. 


30  L.  M.  Winchelsea. 

Divine  Compassion  acknowledged. 

mf  T WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  j 

1 At  thy  command  diseases  fly  ; 

Who,  but  a God,  can  speak  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2 Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  and  prove 
IIow  large  his  grace — how  kind  his  love; 

Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 

3 His  anger  but  a moment  stays ; 

His  love  is  life,  and  length  of  days: 

? Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 

The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 


31  First  Part.  L.  M.  PomfreU 

Confidence  in  God. 

LORD,  in  thy  great,  thy  glorious  name, 

I place  my  hope,  my  only  trust : 

Aff  Save  me  from  sorrow,  guilt,  and  shame, 

Thou  ever  gracious,  ever  just. 

f 2 Thou  art  my  rock — thy  name  alone 
The  fortress  where  my  hopes  retreat : 

Aff  Oh  make  thy  power  and  mercy  known: 

To  safety  guide  my  wandering  feet, 
f 3 Blest  be  the  Lord — for  ever  blest, 

Whose  mercy  bids  iny  fear  remove: 

Those  sacred  walls,  which  guard  my  rest, 

Are  his  almighty  power  and  love. 


VA  IV 


88 


PSALMS. 


— 4 Ye  humble  souls,  who  seek  his  face, 
f Let  sacred  courage  fill  your  heart ! 

— Hope  in  the  Lord — and  trust  his  grace, 

And  he  will  heavenly  strength  impart. 

31  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield . 

Ood  praised  for  his  merciful  Protection . 
t COME,  O ye  saints,  your  voices  raise 
To  God,  in  grateful  songs ; 

And  let  the  memory  of  his  grace 
Inspire  your  hearts  and  tongues. 

p 2 Her  deepest  gloom  when  sorrow  spreads, 
And  light  and  hope  depart, 

< His  face  celestial  morning  sheds, 
f And  joy  revives  the  heart. 

p 3 To  thee,  my  God,  oppressed  with  grief, 

1 breathed  my  humble  cry: 

Thy  mercy  brought  divine  relief, 

And  wiped  my  weeping  eye. 

4 Thy  mercy  chased  the  shades  of  death, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave  : 
f Oh  may  thy  praise  employ  that  breath, 

Which  mercy  deigns  to  save. 

31  Third  Part.  C.  M.  JDunchurch . 

IN  thee,  O Lord,  I place  my  trust, 

Preserve  my  soul  from  shame  $ 

Thou  art  the  refuge  of  the  just, 

And  righteous  is  thy  name. 

2 Of  grace,  how  boundless  is  the  store 
Thy  children  shall  receive, 

Who  lo'*e  thy  word — thy  name  adore, 

And  in  thy  service  live ! 

f 3 To  God,  the  Lord,  who  dwells  above, 

Let  songs  of  praise  resound ; 

Who  with  his  never-failing  love 
Has  fenced  my  city  round. 

— 4 Oh  ! love  the  Lord,  ye  pure  in  heart  j 

He  shall  your  prayers  regard  : 

But  ye,  who  from  his  ways  depart, 

Shall  meet  your  just  reward. 


PSALMS, 


mf  5 All  ye  who  on  the  Lord  rely, 

And  rest  your  hopes  above, 

He  shall  with  strength  your  hearts  supply, 
And  bless  you  with  his  love. 

31  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

DEFEND  me,  Lord,  from  shame; 

For  still  I trust  in  thee : 

As  just  and  righteous  is  thy  name, 

From  danger  set  me  free. 

p 2 Bow  down  thy  gracious  ear, 

C And  speedy  succor  send  j 
mf  Do  thou  my  steadfast  rock  appear, 

To  shelter  and  defend. 

— 3 How  great  thy  mercies  are 

To  such  as  fear  thy  name  ; 

Which  thou,  for  those  that  trust  thy  care, 

Dost  to  the  world  proclaim ! 

f 4 Ye  that  on  God  rely, 

Courageously  proceed  ; 

For  he  will  yet  your  hearts  supply 
With  strength,  in  time  of  need. 

31  Fifth  Part.  S.  M.  Hudson. 

THY  goodness,  Lord,  how  great! 

Eternally  the  same ! 

Before  the  sons  of  men  laid  up 
For  those  who  fear  thy  name. 

2 Thy  presence  shall  protect ; 

Thy  watchful  care  shall  hide: 

In  the  pavilion  of  thy  love, 

Secure  thy  saints  abide. 

f 3 Forever  bless  the  Lord, 

His  great  salvation  tell : 

— His  marvellous  loving-kindness  keeps 

The  city  where  we  dwell. 

4 Despond  not  of  his  truth, 

Nor  yield  to  anxious  grief: 

>■  God  heard  my  voice,  when  in  distress 
C I sought — and  found  relief. 


90  PSALMS. 

32-  First  Part.  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Blessedness  of  the  Penitent  and  Pardoned. 

»*  1>  LEST  is  the  man — for  ever  blest, 

JL#  Whose  guilt  is  pardoned  by  his  God, 

Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confessed, 

And  covered  with  his  Saviour’s  blood. 

2 From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  j 
His  humble  joy — his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 

And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

3 How  glorious  is  that  righteousness, 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins  ! 

While  brightest  evidence  of  grace 
Through  all  his  life  appears  and  shines. 

32  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Medway 

1 SPREAD  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  secret  faults  confess  ; 

Thy  gospel  speaks  a pardoning  word, 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

2 How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  storms  appear ! 

And  when  I walk — thy  watchful  eye 

mf  Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare. 

32  Third  Part.  S.  M.  Bladenburg . 

OH  ! blessed  souls  are  they, 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o’er : 

Divinely  Llest — to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

mp  2 They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care : 

— Their  lips  and  lives,  without,  deceit, 

Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3 While  I concealed  my  guilt, 

I felt  the  festering  wound  : 

But  1 confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 

And  ready  pardon  found. 


PSALMS. 


91 


rof  4 Let  sinners  learn  to  pray  ; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
>•  Our  help,  in  times  cf  deep  distress, 
f Is  found  in  God  alone. 


33  C.  M.  Nottingham. 

Rejoicing  in  God. 

f mx  ET  all  the  just,  to  God  with  joy, 

JLi  Their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 

For  well  tiie  righteous  it  becomes 
To  sing  glad  songs  of  praise. 

2 For  faithful  is  the  word  of  God  ; 

His  works  with  truth  abound  ; 

He  justice  loves — and  all  the  earth 
Is  with  his  goodness  crowned. 

3 Whate’er  the  mighty  Lord  decrees, 

Shall  stand  forever  sure  ; 

The  settled  purpose  of  his  heart 
To  ages  shall  endure. 

4 Our  soul  on  God  with  patience  waits ; 

Our  help  and  shield  is  he  ; 

Then,  Lord,  let  still  our  hearts  rejoice, 
Because  we  trust  in  thee. 

5 The  riches  of  thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Do  thou  to  us  extend  ; 

Since  we,  for  all  we  want  or  wish, 

On  thee  alone  depend. 


34  First  Part.  L.  M.  Hague. 

Praise  for  signal  Deliverance. 

LORD,  I will  bless  thee  all  my  days ; 

Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 

2 Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me ; 

Let  every  heart  exalt  his  name; 

I sought  th’  eternal  God — and  he 
Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 


92 


PSALMS. 


p 3 1 told  Him  all  my  silent  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reached  his  ears; 

— He  gave  iny  inward  pains  relief, 

p And  calmed  the  tumult  cf  my  fears. 

— 4 His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  who  serve  the  Lord  ; 
mf  Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints, 

Accept  his  grace — and  trust  his  word. 

34  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Corinth. 

I’LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 

How  good  are  all  his  ways ! 

Ye  humble  souls  that  use  to  pray, 

Come  help  my  lips  to  praise. 

2 Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name ; 
p In  deep  distress  I cried  ; 

— Nor  was  my  hope  exposed  to  shame, 

Nor  was  my  suit  denied, 
p 3 I told  the  Lord  my  sore  distress, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 

— He  gave  my  sharpest  sorrows  ease, 

And  silenced  all  my  fears. 
mf»*  4 Oh  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  love, 

Come  learn  his  pleasant  ways, 

And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 

5 Oh  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his; 

His  eye  regards  the  jirst : 

How  greatly  blest  their  portion  is, 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust ! 

34  Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin  s. 

Trusting  and  Praising  God. 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 

The  praises  of  my  God  shall  sti41 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2 Of  his  deliverance  I will  boast, 

Till  all  tnat  are  distressed, 

From  my  example  comfort  take, 

And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 


PSALMS. 


93 


3 Oh  ! magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name  ; 

When  in  distress,  to  him  I called, 

He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4 The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 

Deliverance  he  affords  to  all, 

Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

5 Oh ! make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide 

How  blest  are  they — and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6 Fear  him,  ye  saints — and  you  will  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear; 

Make  you  his  service  your  delight, 

He’ll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

34  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

THEE  will  I bless,  O Lord,  my  God, 

To  thee  my  voice  I’ll  raise, 

For  ever  spread  thy  fame  abroad, 

And  daily  sing  thy  praise. 

2 My  soul  shall  glory  in  the  Lord, 

His  wondrous  acts  proclaim ; 

Oh  let  us  now  his  love  record, 

And  magnify  his  name. 

3 Mine  eyes  beheld  his  heavenly  light, 

When  I implored  his  grace ; 

I saw  his  glory  with  delight, 

And  joy  beamed  o’er  my  face. 

4 Oh  taste  and  see  the  Lord  is  good, 

Ye,  who  on  him  rely ; 

He  shall  your  souls  with  heavenly  food 
And  strengthening  aid  supply. 


35  8.  7.  & 4.  Tamtcorth. 

Christ  exalted  over  his  Enemies. 

LO  ! the  Lord,  the  mighty  Saviour, 

Quits  the  grave,  the  throne  to  claim  j 


94 


PSALMS. 


Object  of  his  endless  favor, 

God  o’er  all  exalts  his  name; 

Those  who  hate  him — 
Clothed  with  everlasting  shame. 

f 2 Shout  for  joy — with  songs  of  praises, 
Ye,  who  in  his  name  delight: 

Shout — for  God  our  Saviour  raises 
To  his  throne,  in  endless  might! 

’Tis  Jehovah — 

Crowns  our  Lord  in  realms  of  light . 

3 God  his  servant  lifts  to  glory, 

Bids  him  all  nis  honors  share: 

Now,  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee. 

And  thy  righteousness  declare: 
Endless  praises — 

Shall  thy  ransomed  church  preoare. 


30  First  Part.  L.  M.  St.  Paul 

Immutable  Perfections  and  Glory  of  God . 

HTGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 

Thy  goolness  in  full  glory  shines; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  thy  just  and  wise  designs. 

2 Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 

Thy  judgments  are  a mighty  deep. 

3 O God,  how  excellent  thy  grace! 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs 
> The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 

— Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

4 From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 

There  mercy,  like  a river,  flows, 

And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

mf  5 Life,  like  a fountain,  lich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


VA  I 


PSALMS. 


95 


36  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Hague . 

O LORI),  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope, 

The  highest  orb  of  heaven  transcends; 

Thy  sacred  truth’s  unmeasured  scope 
Beyond  the  spreading  skies  extends. 

2 Thy  justice,  like  the  hills,  remains  ; 

How  deep,  great  God,  thy  judgments  are : 

Thy  providence  the  world  sustains; 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  care. 

3 With  thee  the  springs  of  life  remain, 
mf  Thy  presence  is  eternal  day  ; — 

Aff  Oh  let  thy  saints  thy  favor  gain  ! 
mf  To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  display. 

36  Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

ABOVE  these  heavens’  created  rounds 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 

Thv  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds. 

Where  time  and  nature  end. 
mf  2 Thy  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

— Thy  judgments  are  a world  unknown, 

A deep,  unfathomed  sea. 

3 Though  all  created  light  decay, 

>.  And  death  close  up  our  eyes  ; 
f Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day, 

Where  clouds  can  never  rise. 

36  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Olmutz 

mp  SURE  there’s  a dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear; 

His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 

— Shall  one  great  day  appear, 
mf  2 His  truth  transcends  the  sky, 

In  heaven  his  mercies  dweil ; 

Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie, 

His  anger  burns  to  hell, 
mf  3 How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs! 

Aff  Oh  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings. 


96 

37 


PSALMS. 


First  Part.  C.  M.  Ormond . 

God  the  Guardian  of  the  Pious. 

NOW  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 

And  practise  all  that’s  good  : 

So  shall  1 dwell  among  the  just, 

And  he’ll  provide  me  food. 

2 I to  my  God  my  wavs  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  hi3  will ; 

Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  desires  fulfil. 

3 Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
mf  Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 

And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

— 4 The  meek,  at  last,  the  earth  possess, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heaven  ; 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  souls  are  given. 


37  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Arlington . 

mp  MY  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
Are  ordered  by  thy  will ; 

Though  they  should  fall— they  rise  again  j 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

mf  2 The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 

He’ll  ne’er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

f ti  3 Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  sons  cf  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  shall  confess  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  justice  casts  them  down. 

dol  4 But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 

His  several  steps  attend — 

True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways. 

Lea  And  peaceful  is  his  end 


PSALMS. 


97 


38  C.  M.  Grafton 

Severe  Chastisement  deprecated. 

Aff  A MID  thy  wrath,  remember  love, 

Restore  thy  servant,  Lord  ; 

Nor  let  a father’s  chastening  prove 
Like  an  avenger’s  sword. 

2  My  sins  a heavy  load  appear, 

And  o’er  my  head  are  gone ; 

The  burden,  Lord,  I cannot  bear, 

Nor  e’er  the  guilt  atone. 

p 3 But  I’ll  confess  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  sin  ; 

I’ll  mourn  how  weak  the  seeds  of  grace, 

And  beg  support  divine. 

mf  4 Thou  art  my  God — my  only  hope  j 
And  thou  wilt  hear  my  cry  : 

Thou,  Lord,  wilt  bear  my  spirit  up, 

Nor  let  thy  servant  die. 


39  First  Part.  L.  M.  Windham. 

Brevity  of  human  Life. 

Aff  /"AH  let  me,  gracious  Lord,  extend 

v-/  My  view  to  life’s  approaching  end  ! 

What  are  my  days?— a span  their  line  ; 

And  what  my  age,  compared  with  thine? 

2 Our  life,  advancing  to  its  close. 

While  scarce  its  earliest  dawn  it  knows, 
Swift,  through  an  empty  shade,  we  run, 

And  vanity  and  man  are  one. 

3 God  of  my  fathers ! — here,  as  they, 

I walk,  the  pilgrim  of  a day  ; 

A transient  guest,  thy  works  admire, 

And  instant  to  my  home  retire. 

4 Oh  spare  me,  Lord — in  mercy,  spare, 

And  nature’s  failing  strength  repair, 

E’er,  life’s  short  circuit  wandered  o’er, 

Lea  I perish — and  am  seen  no  more. 


98 


PSALMS. 


39  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Medway • 

ALMIGHTY  Maker  of  my  frame, 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  daysj 

Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I am, 

To  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 

2 My  days  are  shorter  than  a span  j 
A little  point  my  life  appears: 

How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man  ! 

How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears  i 

Aff  3 Oh,  be  a heavenly  portion  mine ! 

My  God,  l bow  before  thy  throne  j 

mf  Earth’s  fleeting  treasure  i resign, 

And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone. 

39  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Wachusett. 

mp  TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  : 

1 would  survey  life’s  narrow  space, 

And  learn  how  frail  I am. 

2 A span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

How  short  the  fleeting  time  l 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 

In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3 What  can  I wish,  or  wait  for  then, 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 

mf'M  Now  I forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desire  recall : 

I give  my  mortal  interest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 


40  First  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham 

Trust  in  Ood  and  Deliverance. 


mp  T WAITED  meekly  for  the  Lord, 
A He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry  : 

He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
Ami  brought  salvation  nigh. 


PSALMS, 


99 


f n 2 Firm  on  a rock — he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 

To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

In  new  and  thankful  song. 

3 I’ll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad, 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 

And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

40  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Jordan. 

Incarnation  and  Atonement  of  Christ. 

BEHOLD  the  blest  Redeemer  comes, 

The  eternal  Son  appears, 

And  at  th’  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

2 Much  he  revealed  his  Father’s  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  showed: 

He  preached  the  way  of  righteousness 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

3 Ilis  father’s  honor  touched  his  heart, 

He  pitied  sinners’  cries  ; 

And  to  fulfil  a Saviour’s  part 
Was  made  a sacrifice. 

4 No  blood  of  beasts,  on  altars  shed, 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean , 

f But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

40  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford. 

mf  O LORD,  how  infinite  thy  love  ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ! 
f Let  earth  beneath — let  heaven  above, 

Combine  to  sing  thy  praise. 

— 2 Man  in  immortal  beauty  shone, 

Thy  noblest  work  below  ; 

Too  soon  by  sin  marie  heir  alone 
.>■  To  death — and  endless  wo. 

!»  3 Then— “ Lo ! I come,”  the  Saviour  said — 

inf  Oh  be  his  name  adored  ! — 

Who  with  his  blood,  our  ransom  paid, 

And  life  and  bliss  restored. 


100  PSALMS. 

f 4 0 Lord,  how  infinite  thy  love ! 
How  wondrous  are  thy  ways ! 

Let  earth  beneath — let  heaven  above, 
Combine  to  sing  thy  praise. 


41  First  Part.  L.  M.  6l.  Belville. 

Blessedness  of  the  Merciful . 

BLEST  who  with  generous  pity  glows, 

Who  learns  to  feel  another’s  woes  j 
Bows  to  the  poor  man’s  wants  his  ear, 

And  wipes  the  helpless  orphan’s  tear: — 

In  every  want — in  every  wo, 

Himself  thy  pity,  Lord,  shall  know. 

2 Thy  love  his  life  shall  guard — thy  hand 
Give  to  his  lot  the  chosen  land  ; 

Nor  leave  him,  in  the  dreadful  day, 

To  unrelenting  foes  a prey. 

In  sickness  thou  shall  raise  his  head, 

And  make  with  tenderest  care  his  bed. 

41  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Quito. 

BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  tender  care 
Relieves  the  poor  in  their  distress; 

Whose  pity  wipes  the  widow’s  tear, 

Whose  hand  supports  the  fatherless. 

2 His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hand  can  do; 

He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  pity  too. 

3 Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  bed, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven; 

Will  save  from  death  his  sinking  head, 

Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 

41  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield. 

HAPPY  the  man,  whose  tender  care 
Relieves  the  poor  distressed  ! 

When  he’s  by  trouble  compassed  round, 

Len  The  Lord  shall  give  him  rest. 


PSALMS. 


101 


— 2 If  he,  in  languishing  estate, 
Oppressed  with  sickness  lie, 

The  Lord  will  easy  make  his  bed, 
mf  And  inward  strength  supply, 
f 3 Let,  therefore,  Israel’s  Lord  and  God 
Through  every  age  be  praised  ; 

And  all  the  people’s  glad  applause 
With  loud  hosannas  raised. 


42  First  Part.  L.  M.  Hingham. 

Trusting  in  Ood  in  Times  of  Despondency . 

MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord, 

But  I will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 

And  times  of  past  distress  record, 

When  I have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2 Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 

When  I address  his  throne  by  day, 

Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 

The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

3 I’ll  chide  my  heart,  that  sinks  so  low ; 

Why  should  my  soul  indulge  in  grief? 

Hope  in  the  Lord — and  praise  him  too  3 
He  is  my  rest— my  sure  relief, 
mf  4 O God,  thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy ; 

Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still  j 
Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ, 

And  lead  me  to  thine  heavenly  hill. 

42  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

mp  AS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase, 

So  longs  my  soul,  O God,  for  thee, 
mf  And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

— 2 For  thee,  my  God — the  living  God, 

>•  My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
mf  Oh,  when  shall  I behold  thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  divine  ! 

»»  3 Why  restless — why  cast  down,  my  soul  l 

Trust  God — and  he’ll  employ 
His  aid  for  thee— and  change  these  sighs 
mf  To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 


102 


PSALMS. 


4 Why  restless — why  cast  down,  my  soul? 
Hope  still — and  thou  shalt  sing 
f The  praise  of  him,  who  is  thy  God, 

And  heaven’s  eternal  King. 


43  First  Part.  L.  M.  Medway. 

Resorting  to  God  in  Troubles. 
p REAT  God — our  strength — to  thee  we  cry, 
VT  Oh  let  us  not  forgotten  lie  ; 

Oppressed  with  sorrows  and  with  care, 

To  thy  protection  we  repair. 

2 Oh  let  thy  light  attend  our  way, 

Thy  truth  afford  its  steady  ray  j 
To  Zion’s  hHl  direct  our  feet, 

To  worship  at  thy  sacred  seat, 
f 3 Thy  praise,  O God,  shall  tune  the  lyre, 

Thy  love  our  joyful  song  inspire  ; 

To  thee  our  cordial  thanks  be  paid, 

Our  sure  defence — our  constant  aid 
4 Why,  then,  cast,  down — and  why  distressed  ? 
And  whence  the  grief,  that  fills  our  breast? 

In  God  wre’U  hope — to  God  we’ll  raise 
Our  songs  of  gratitude  and  praise. 

43  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Hebron . 

GOD  of  my  strength — in  thee  alone 
A refuge  from  distress  I see  ; 

Oh  ! why  hast  thou  thine  aid  withdrawn  ? 
Why  hast  thou,  Lord,  forsaken  me? 

2 Oh  let  thy  light  my  footsteps  guide, 

Thy  love  and  truth  niy  spirit  fill, 

That  in  thy  house  I may  reside, 

And  worship  at  thy  holy  hill. 

3 Then  will  I at  thine  altar  bend  ; 

My  harp  its  softest  notes  shall  raise  j 

And  from  my  lips  to  heaven  ascend 
f The  song  of  thankfulness  and  praise. 

— 4 Why,  then,  my  soul,  art  thou  cast  down? 
Why  art  thou  anxious  and  distressed  ? 

Hope  thou  in  God — his  mercy  own, 

For  I shall  yet  enjoy  his  rest. 


PSALMS.  103 

43  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford, 

p JUDGE  me,  O God,  and  plead  my  cause 
Against  a sinful  race  ; 

From  vile  oppression  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

mf  2 On  thee  my  steadfast  hope  depends, 

>»  And  am  I left  to  mourn  ? 
p To  sink  in  sorrow — and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return? 

AfF  3 Oh  send  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear ; 

Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there. 

mf  4 Then  to  thine  altar,  O my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  shall  rise, 
f And  my  triumphant  song  shall  praise 
The  God  that  rules  the  skies. 


43  Fourth  Part.  7s.  6l.  Turin, 

mp  JUDGE  me,  Lord,  in  righteousness} 

Plead  for  me  in  my  distress : 

Good  and  merciful  thou  art ; 

Bind  this  bleeding,  broken  heart: 

Cast  me  not  despairing  hence } 

Be  my  love,  my  confidence. 

2 Send  thy  light  and  truth,  to  guide, 

Leave  me  not  to  turn  aside  ; 

On  thy  holy  hill  I’d  rest, 
mf  In  thy  courts  forever  blest : 

There  to  God,  my  hope,  my  joy, 
f Praise  shall  all  my  powers  employ. 


44  First  Part.  L.  M.  Medway. 

Divine  Aid  implored  in  national  Distress. 

WHY  should  thy  face,  where  mercies  dwell, 
Its  beams  of  majesty  conceal } 
Regardless  of  the  woes  that  wait 
Around  our  long-afflicted  state? 


104  PSALMS. 

mp  2 Behold  ! our  soul  with  sorrow  bends, 

And  down  to  dust  our  life  descends ; 

And,  while  thine  arm  its  aid  denies, 

Prostrate  on  earth,  deserted  lies. 

mf  3 Thy  mercy,  Lord,  alone  we  claim  j 
Redeem  us,  and  exalt  thy  name : 

Rise  for  our  help,  almighty  Lord  ! 

Salvation  shall  attend  thy  word. 

44  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Danvers. 

National  Deliverances  ascribed  to  God. 

OFT  have  our  ears,  great  God,  been  taught 
What  for  our  fathers  thou  hast  wrought, 
While,  with  adoring  minds,  they  told 
The  wonders  of  thy  works  of  old. 

2  Still  we  disclaim  the  bow  or  sword, 

And  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord  : 
mf  On  thee  we  trust — thy  mercies  claim, 

Whose  presence  puts  all  foes  to  shame. 

— 3 From  morning  dawn  to  evening  close, 

On  thee,  O Lord,  our  hopes  repose : 
f To  thy  great  name,  with  joy,  we’ll  raise 
Triumphant  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

44  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Stamford. 

O LORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 

In  our  attentive  ears, 

Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 

And  in  more  ancient  years. 

2 ’Twas  not  their  courage — nor  their  sword 
To  them  salvation  gave  ; 

’Twas  not  their  number — nor  their  strength 
That  did  their  country  save. 

3 But  thy  right  hand — thy  powerful  arm, 
Whose  succor  they  implored  j 

Thy  providence  protected  them, 

Who  thy  great  name  adored. 

4 As  thee,  their  God,  our  fathers  owned, 

So  thou  art  still  our  King ; 

Oh,  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them, 

To  us  deliverance  bring. 


PSALMS. 


105 


f 5 To  thee,  the  glory  we’ll  ascribe, 
From  whom  salvation  came  ; 

In  God,  our  shield,  we  will  rejoice, 
And  ever  bless  thy  name. 


45  First  Part.  L.  M.  Effingham. 

Victory  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 

NOW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King; 

He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 

And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love  ! 

2 Thy  throne,  O God,  forever  stands ; 

Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands : 

Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right, 

But  truth  and  mercy  thy  delight. 

3 Let  endless  honors  crown  thy  head ; 

Let  every  age  thy  praises  spread  ; 

Let  all  the  nations  know  thy  word, 

And  every  tongue  confess  thee — Lord. 

45  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Medford . 
f *i  GIRD  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
p Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foes, 

< And  make  the  world  obey. 

f n 2 Thy  throne,  O God,  forever  stands. 

Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
p A peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 

O To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 

fn  3 Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
p Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foes, 

< And  make  the  world  obey. 

45  Third  Part.  S.  M.  Southfield. 

MY  Saviour,  and  my  King, 

Thy  honors  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 

And  every  grace  is  thine. 


106 


PSALMS. 


2 Thy  laws,  O God,  are  right, 

Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand  ; 

f And  thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A sceptre  in  thy  hand. 

3 Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

< Gird  on  thy  powerful  sword, 

f And  ride  in  majesty  to  spread 

The  conquests  of  thy  word. 

— 4 Strike  through  thy  stubborn  ioes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey ; 

•<  While  justice,  meekness,  grace,  and  truth 
f Attend  thy  glorious  way. 


46  First  Part.  L.  M.  Hebron, 

God  the  Refuge  and  Portion  of  his  People. 
mf  f OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade : 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 
f 2 Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar — 
p In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 

— While  every  nation — every  shore 

•<  Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide, 
p 3 There  is  a stream,  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 

Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 

And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

— 4 That  sacred  stream — thine  holy  word, 

Supports  our  faith — our  fear  controls : 
p Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

— And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls, 
f 5 Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch’s  love, 

Secure  against  a threatening  hour  j 
ff  Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth — and  armed  with  power. 

46  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester, 

LET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise: 

He  utters  his  almighty  voice — 

The  nations  melt— the  tumult  dies. 


01 A I 


PSALMS. 


107 


p 2 Be  still— and  learn  that  he  is  God  j 

— He  reigns  exalted  o’er  the  lands  ; 
mf  He  will  be  known  and  feared  abroad, 

But  still  his  throne  in  Zion  stands, 
p 3 0 Lord  of  hosts — almighty  King, 

While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 

— Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing, 
f Nor  fear  the  raging  powers  of  hell. 

46  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester. 

mf  THE  Lord  in  Zion  ever  reigns, 

And  o’er  her  holds  his  guardian  hand  j 
Her  worship  and  her  laws  maintains, 

Which,  like  himself,  unmoved  shall  stand, 
mp  2 Oh  come,  behold  what  he  has  done, 

Whom  we  delight  to  call  our  Lord  ; 
f The  vict’ries,  which  his  arm  has  won  j 
And  faithfully  his  deeds  record. 

— 3 He  maketh  war  on  earth  to  cease  ; 

He  breaks  the  bow — he  cuts  the  dart, 

The  chariot  burns — and  sheds  his  peace 
O’er  every  nation — every  heart. 

4 Be  still — and  hear  the  Lord  proclaim — 

“ I will  above  the  heathen  rise  ; 

“ O’er  all  the  earth  exalt  my  name,  [skies. 
“And  spread  my  triumphs  through  the 


47  First  Part.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

Exultation  in  the  Reign  of  Jehovah. 
f /'"I  ALL  ye  people,  clap  your  hands, 

v-J  And  shout  with  triumph  while  you  sing 
Of  God — who  all  the  earth  commands — 

Of  God — the  dreadful,  mighty  King. 

2 The  trumpet  swells  along  the  sky — 

We  hear  the  joyful,  solemn  sound — 

The  righteous  God  ascends  on  high, 

And  shouts  of  gladness  echo  round. 

— 3 The  Lord,  who  o’er  the  earth  bears  sway, 
Sits  on  his  throne  of  holiness ; 

The  heathen  now  his  laws  obey  : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  praise  express. 


108  PSALMS. 

ff  4 Loud  praises  to  Jehovah  sing, 

In  hymns  of  joy  his  love  proclaim ; 

Sing  praises  to  the  heavenly  King, 

Adore  and  bless  his  sacred  name. 

47  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Sharon . 

Praise  to  the  exalted  Redeemer. 
f JESUS,  the  Lord,  ascends  on  high  ! 

He  reigns  in  glory  o’er  the  sky  ! 

Let  all  the  earth  its  offerings  bring, 

Exalt  his  name — proclaim  him  king  I 

2 Wide — thro’  the  world— he  spreads  his  sway, 
And  bids  the  heathen  lands  obey, 

His  church  with  willing  offerings  greet, 

And  bend  submissive  at  her  feet. 

3 His  reign  the  heathen  lands  shall  own : 

His  holiness  secures  his  throne  : 

And  earthly  princes  gather  round, 

Where  Christ — the  mighty  God,  is  found. 

4 Princes  by  him  their  power  extend, 

Earth’s  mightiest  kings  to  Jesus  bend: 

He  bids  them  rule — he  bids  them  die, 

Himself  o’er  all  exalted  high ! 

47  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow. 

f n OH  for  a shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King  ! 

Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2 Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 

Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 

With  trumpet’s  joyful  sound. 

3 While  angels  shout,  and  praise  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains: 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing; 

O’er  all  the  earth  he  reigns, 
p 4 Speak  of  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  song ; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a solemn  sound 
Upon  a thoughtless  tongue. 


PSALMS. 


109 


f 5 Loud  be  the  shouts  of  sacred  joy 
To  God  the  sovereign  King! 
ff  Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

47  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Arlington . 

f ARISE,  ye  people,  and  adore, 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  ; 

Let  all  the  earth — from  shore  to  shore, 

Confess  til’  almighty  Lord. 

2 Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 

Th’  ascending  God  proclaim ; 

Th’  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 

And  shake  creation’s  frame. 

3 They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o’erthrown 
In  that  triumphant  hour; 

And  God  exalts  his  conquering  Son 
To  his  right  hand  of  power. 

4 O shout,  ye  people,  and  adore, 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  ; 

Let  all  the  earth — from  shore  to  shore, 

Confess  th’  almighty  Lord. 


48  First  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas . 

God's  Presence  the  Safety  and  Glory  of  the  Church. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord,  our  God, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 

His  most  delightful  seat. 

2 In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A refuge  in  distress  ; 
f How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone  ! 

How  fair  his  heavenly  grace  ! 

— 3 When  kings  against  her  joined, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there  j 
f In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 

They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

— 4 Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 

How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  liis  own  flock  has  been 


110 


PSALMS, 


5 In  every  new  distress 
We’ll  to  his  house  repair, 
mf  Recall  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace, 

And  seek  deliverance  there. 

48  Second  Part.  S.  M.  Dover. 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known 
The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  saints,  O Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2 With  joy  thy  people  stand 
On  Zion’s  chosen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3 Let  strangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 

And  mark  the  building  well  3 — 

4 The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  songs — the  solemn  vows — 

And  make  a fair  report. — 

5 How  decent,  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 

And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

C The  God  we  worship  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die  3 

Will  be  our  God,  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  sky. 


50  First  Part.  C.  M.  Burford . 

Jehovah  coming  to  Judgment. 

THE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  all  the  earth  draw  nigh  3 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 

And  near  the  western  sky. 

2 No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
“Judgment  will  ne’er  begin j” 

No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  sin. 


PSALMS. 


Ill 


3 Throned  on  a cloud,  our  God  shall  come, 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 

Thunder,  and  darkness— fire,  and  storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4 Heaven,  from  above,  his  call  shall  hear; 
Attending  angels  come ; 

And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 


50  Second  Part.  8.  7.  &4.  Greece . 

LO  ! the  mighty  God  appearing, 

From  on  high  Jehovah  speaks ! 

Eastern  lands  the  summons  hearing, 

O’er  the  west  his  thunder  breaks : 

Earth  beholds  him  ! — 

Universal  nature  shakes! 

2 Zion,  all  its  light  unfolding, 

God  in  glory  shall  display  : 

Lo  ! he  comes  ! — nor  silence  holding, 

Fire  and  clouds  prepare  his  way: 

Tempests  round  him — 

Hasten  on  the  dreadful  day  ! 

3 To  the  heavens  his  voice  ascending, 

To  the  earth  beneath  he  cries  ; — 

“ Souls  immortal,  now  descending, 

Let  the  sleeping  dust  arise  ! 

Rise  to  judgment — 

Let  my  throne  adorn  the  skies  ! 

4 “ Gather  first  my  saints  around  me, 

Those  who  to  my  covenant  stood  ; 

Those  who  humbly  sought  and  found  me, 
Through  the  dying  Saviour’s  blood : — 

Blest  Redeemer ! — 

Dearest  sacrifice  to  God  !” 

5 Now  the  heavens  on  high  adore  him, 

And  his  righteousness  declare : 

Sinners  perish  from  before  him, 

But  his  saints  his  mercy  share: 

Just  his  judgment — 

God,  himself  the  judge,  is  there  \ 


PSALMS, 


112 

51  First  Part.  L.  M.  Windham. 

Pardon  and  Sanctification  penitently  implored. 

Aff  CHOW  pity,  Lord — O Lord,  forgive, 

^ Let  a repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 

May  not  a sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2 My  crimes  are  great — but  can’t  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 

Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound  j 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3 Oh  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  j 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 

And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes.  ♦ 

4 My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 

Against  thy  law — against  thy  grace  : 

Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 

I  am  condemned — but  thou  art  clear.  t 

5 Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 

1 must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6 Yet,  save  a trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 

mf  Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 

Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

51  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Denton.  ) 

Aff  O THOU,  that  hear’st  when  sinners  cry, 

Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 

Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2 Create  my  nature  pure  within, 

And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 

Let  thy  good  spirit  ne’er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3 I cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight: 

mf  Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 

And  guard  me,  that  I fall  no  more. 


PSALMS. 


113 


51  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Middlebury. 
Aff  THOUGH  I have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 

And  let  a wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 

To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2 A broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 

Is  all  the  sacrifice  I bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne’er  despise 
A broken  heart  for  sacrifice, 
pp  3 My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 

And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 

Len  Look  down,  O Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 

•O  And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

Danvers. 

mf  4 Then  will  I teach  the  world  thy  ways  j 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  j 
I’ll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour’s  blood, 
f And  they  shall  praise  a pardoning  God. 

5 Oh  ! may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 
ff  And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 

The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

51  Fourth  Part.  L.  M.  Munich. 
Aff  OH  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

Turn  from  my  sin  thy  searching  eyes ; 

Nor  let  th’  offences  of  my  hand 
Within  thy  book  recorded  stand. 

2 Give  me  a will  to  thine  subdued, 

A conscience  pure — a soul  renewed ; 

Nor  let  me,  wrapt  in  endless  gloom, 

An  outcast  from  thy  presence,  roam. 

3 Oh  let  thy  Spirit  to  my  heart 

Once  more  his  quickening  aid  impart  $ 

My  mind  from  every  fear  release, 

And  soothe  my  troubled  thoughts  to  peace. 

51  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Barhy. 

Aff  CLEANSE  me,  O Lord — and  cheer  my  soul 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

Oh  make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  bid  my  pains  remove. 


114 


PSALMS. 


2 Let  not  thy  Spirit  e’er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  j 

Create  anew  my  sinful  heart, 

And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

3 Then  will  t make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  sons  of  men  ; 

Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne, 

And  turn  to  God  again. 

51  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  Medjield. 

NO  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  slain, 

For  sin  could  e’er  atone  ; 

The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

2 A soul  oppressed  with  sin’s  desert 
The  Lord  will  ne’er  despise; 

An  humble  groan — a broken  heart 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

Aff  3 O God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 

Break  down  the  separating  wall, 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

4 Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace ; 

C Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

f Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 

And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

51  Seventh  Part.  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro \ J 

Aff  ACCORDING  to  thy  word,  [ 

Let  me  thy  mercy  prove  ; 

Blot  out  my  past  transgressions,  Lord, 

And  save  me  by  thy  love. 

2 Wash  me  from  every  stain 
Which  vice  and  guilt  impart ; 

Let  me,  O Lord,  thy  love  regain, 

And  cleanse  my  sinful  heart. 

3 To  me  thy  love  restore  ; 

From  trouble  set  me  free  ; 

That  sinners  may  thine  aid  implore, 

And  turn  in  faith  to  thee. 


PSALMS. 


115 


4 Oh  let  thy  peace  and  love 
O’er  Zion’s  city  spread  ; 

— Build  up  her  walls — her  works  approve, 

And  blessings  round  her  shed. 

mf  5 Then  shall  their  offerings  rise 
In  truth  and  righteousness  ; 

Thou  shalt  receive  their  sacrifice, 

And  all  thy  people  bless. 

51  Eighth  Part.  S.  M.  Bethany . 

Aff  HAVE  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 

As  thou  wert  ever  kind  ; 

Let  me,  oppressed  with  loads  of  guilt, 

Thy  wonted  pardon  find. 

2 Against  thee,  Lord,  alone, 

And  only  in  thy  sight, 

Hove  I transgressed  ; and,  though  condemned, 
Must  own  thy  judgments  right. 

3 Blot  out  my  crying  sins, 

Nor  me  in  anger  view  ; 

Create  in  me  a heart  that’s  clean, 

An  upright  mind  renew. 

4 Withdraw  not  thou  thy  help, 

Nor  cast  me  from  thy  sight, 

Nor  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
Its  everlasting  flight. 

mf  5 Tiie  joy  thy  favor  gives, 

Let  me  again  obtain  ; 

And  thy  free  Spirit’s  firm  support 
My  fainting  soul  sustain. 

51  Ninth  Part.  S.  M.  Hudson . 

NO  offering  God  requires, 

No  victims  please  his  eye  ; 

Else  should  his  altars  blaze  with  fires, 

And  flocks  and  herds  should  die. 

2 The  humble,  contrite  breast, 

The  spirit’s  broken  sighs, 

Are  gifts  on  which  his  love  can  rest, 

Nor  will  the  Lord  despise. 


116 


PSALMS. 


3 Thy  mercies  from  above 
To  Zion,  Lord,  extend  : 

mf  Built  by  thy  power — and  watched  with  love, 
Now  let  her  walls  ascend. 

4 Well  pleased,  thou  then  shalt  see 
Her  prayers  and  praise  arise, 

Presented  at  the  throne  to  thee, 

With  Jesus’  sacrifice. 


55  First  Part.  C.  M.  Burford. 

Resorting  to  Ood  in  Times  of  Distress . 

AfF  TI/TY  God,  thine  ear  indulgent  bend, 

ItjL  Nor  turn  thy  face  away  : 

From  heaven  my  earnest  cries  attend, 

While  in  distress  I pray.  • 

2 My  heart  is  pained — the  shades  of  death 
Their  terrors  round  me  spread  ; 

While  fearful  tremblings  seize  my  breath, 

And  horrors  whelm  my  head. 

3 Thus,  from  within,  the  bursting  sigh 
Mounts  to  the  throne  above — 

Oh  that  my  soul  on  wings  could  fly, 

And  emulate  the  dove  ! 
it  4 Swift  I’d  escape — I’d  flee  afar, 

Some  secret  place  to  find, 

Hid  from  the  world’s  wide  scene  of  care, 

And  rest  my  troubled  mind. 

*nf  5 I’d  stretcli  my  everlasting  flight, 

And  bid  the  world  farewell, 

From  sin  and  strife — to  realms  of  light, 
ip  Where  peace  and  quiet  dwell. 

55  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Berwick . 

AfF  O GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 

Behold  my  flowing  tears  ; 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 

And  triumph  in  my  fears, 
inf  2 By  morning  light  I’ll  seek  thy  face. 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry  , 

The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  thy  grace. 

Nor  wilt  thou  long  deny. 


PSALMS. 


117 


3 God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid  ; 

Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear, 

If  he  command  their  aid. 

4 I cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord ; 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 

f My  faith  shall  rest  upon  his  word, 

And  I shall  never  fall. 

55  Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

STILL  on  the  Lord  thy  burden  roll, 

Nor  let  a care  remain : 

llis  mighty  arm  shall  bear  thy  soul, 

And  all  thy  griefs  sustain. 

2 Ne’er  will  the  Lord  his  aid  deny, 

To  those  who  trust  his  love : 

The  men,  who  on  his  grace  rely, 

Nor  earth  nor  hell  shall  move. 

55  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Mornington. 

God's  Favor  preferred  to  the  Prosperity  of  Sinners . 

LET  sinners  take  their  course, 

And  choose  the  road  to  death  j 

But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I’ll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2 My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light  5 

I seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 

And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

AfF  3 Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O my  eternal  God  ! 

While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 

Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4 Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  thy  name, 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

mf  5 But  I — with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I’ll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 


118 


PSALMS. 


6 His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 
f The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands, 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 


56  First  Part.  L.  M.  6l.  Zion . 

Excellence  of  the  Word  of  Qod. 

Z^iOME,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
vy  And  praise  him  for  his  sacred  word — 

That  word,  like  manna,  sent  from  heaven 
To  all  who  seek  it  freely  given  j 
Its  promises  our  fears  remove, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 

2 It  tells  us,  though  oppressed  with  cares,  * 
The  God  of  mercy  hears  our  prayers ; 

Though  steep  and  rough  lh’  appointed  way, 

His  mighty  arm  shall  be  our  stay  ; 

Though  deadly  foes  assail  our  peace, 

His  power  shall  bid  their  malice  cease. 

3 It  tells  who  first  inspired  our  breath, 

And  who  redeemed  our  souls  from  death  j 
It  tells  of  grace  so  freely  given, 

And  shows  the  path  to  God  and  heaven  : 
f Oh  bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord 
For  all  the  treasures  of  his  word. 


56  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Worksop . 

Trusting  Qod  in  the  midst  of  Enemies, 

O THOU  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 

And  makes  th’  oppressor  cease, 

Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace, 
mf  2 In  God,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I have  reposed  my  trust ; 

Nor  will  I fear  what  man  can  do, 

>■  The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

— 3 Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise  ; 
f I'll  sing  how  faithful  is  thy  word, 

How  righteous  all  thy  ways ! 


PSALMS. 


119 


— 4 Thou  hast  secured  my  soul  from  death, 

Oh  set  thy  servant  free, 
f That  heart  and  hand — and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employed  for  thee. 

56  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Colchester . 

LORD,  I have  thee  my  refuge  made, 

Thy  laws  have  been  my  choice  ; 

Therefore  I will  not  be  afraid, 

But  in  thy  word  rejoice. 

2 To  thee  my  solemn  vows  I’ll  pay, 

And  show  thy  righteous  ways  ; 

With  grateful  heart  thy  will  obey, 

And  lift  my  voice  in  praise. 

3 Thou  hast  redeemed  my  soul  from  death, 

Do  thou  my  fears  destroy  ; 

That  till  1 yield  to  thee  my  breath, 

I  may  thy  light  enjoy. 


57  First  Part.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred, 

Praise  to  the  great  Jehovah. 

BE  thou,  O God  ! exalted  high  ; 

And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 

So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 

Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

2  O God  ! my  heart  is  fixed — ’tis  bent 
Its  thankful  tribute  to  present ; 

And,  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I'll  raise 
To  thee,  my  God  ! in  songs  of  praise. 

3  Thy  praises,  Lord,  I will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round  : 

Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  transcends; 

Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  thou,  O God  ! exalted  high  ; 

And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 

So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 

Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 


120  PSALMS. 

57  Second  Part.  L.  M.  IVinchelsta 

MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown, 
p Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 

— Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2 Up  to  the  heavens  I raise  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  j 
He  sends  his  angel  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threatening  storm, 
f 3 Be  thou  exalted,  O my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell; 

— Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

< And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

57  Third  Part.  L.  M.  St.  Paul's. 

f BE  thou  exalted,  O my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

2 My  heart  is  fixed — my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 

Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 

My  tongue — the  glory  of  my  frame. 

— 3 High  o’er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 

When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 
t 4 Be  thou  exalted,  O my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

57  Fourth  Part.  L.  M.  Arnkeim . 

ETERNAL  God — celestial  King, 

Exalted  be  thy  glorious  name ; 

Let  hosts  in  heaven  thy  praises  sing, 

And  saints  on  earth  thy  love  proclaim. 

2 My  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God ; 

I rest  my  hope  on  thee  alone  ; 

I’ll  spread  thy  sacred  truths  abroad, 

To  all  mankind  thy  love  make  known. 


PSALMS, 


121 


3 Awake,  my  tongue— awake,  my  lyre, 
With  morning’s  earliest  dawn  arise ; 

To  songs  of  joy  my  soul  inspire, 

And  swell  your  music  to  the  skies. 

4 With  those,  who  in  thy  grace  abound, 
To  thee  I’ll  raise  my  thankful  voice  ; 

While  every  land — the  earth  around, 
Shall  hear— and  in  thy  name  rejoice 

5 Eternal  God,  celestial  King, 

Exalted  be  thy  glorious  name ; 

Let  hosts  in  heaven  thy  praises  sing, 

And  saints  on  earth  thy  love  proclaim. 


60  C.  M.  Bedford. 

Relief  from  national  Judgments  implored. 

inp  T ORD,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land  ; 
•Li  Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 

Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 

And  mercy  ne’er  return  ? 

2 Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ; 

Aff  Oh  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 

And  spare  our  guilty  land. 

f 3 Then  shall  our  loud  and  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 

The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 

And  sound  thy  praise  aoroad. 


61  First  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Ood  a Refuge  in  Trouble. 

mf  TTAIL,  gracious  Source  of  every  good, 

A 1 Our  Saviour  and  defence, 

Thou  art  our  glory,  and  our  shield, 

Our  help  and  confidence. 

mp  2 When  anxious  fears  disturb  the  breast, 
When  threatening  foes  are  nigh, 

To  thee  we  pour  our  deep  complaint, 

To  thee  for  succor  fly. 


PSALMS. 


122 

f 3 Jesus,  our  Lord — our  only  hope, 

>•  Before  thy  throne  we  bow  : 

f Thou  art  our  strength — and  thou  the  rock 
Whence  living  waters  flow. 

61  Second  Part.  S.  M.  Mornington, 

WHEN  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 

Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 

To  heaven  I lift  mine  eyes. 

Aff  2 Oh  ! lead  me  to  the  rock 

That’s  high  above  my  head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3 Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I’ll  abide ; 

f Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 

The  refuge  where  I hide. 


62-  First  Part.  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
Trusting  in  God  for  Protection. 

MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 

My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne ; 

In  all  my  fears — in  all  my  straits, 

My  soul  for  his  salvation  waits. 

2 Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 

Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 

When  helpers  fail — and  foes  invade, 

God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

62  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dunchurch. 
ON  God,  my  soul,  with  patient  hope, 
Resigned,  in  silence  wait; 

He  bears  my  sinking  spirit  up, 

Then  let  my  joy  be  great. 

f 2 God  my  salvation  shall  complete ; 

From  him  my  glory  springs  : 

Rock  of  my  strength  ! my  soul  shall  wait 
Its  refuge  in  his  wings. 


PSALMS. 


123 


3 My  rock  ! my  saviour ! my  defence  ! 

My  everlasting  stay ! 

Not  all  my  foes  shall  pluck  me  thence, 
Nor  move  my  soul  away. 


63  First  Part.  L.  P.  M.  St.  Helen's. 

Delight  in  Ood  and  his  Worship. 

OGOD — my  gracious  God — to  thee 
My  early  prayers  shall  offered  be; 

For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  doth  pant ! 

My  fainting  flesh  implores  thy  grace, 

Within  this  dry  and  barren  place, 

Where  I refreshing  waters  want. 

2 Oh  ! to  my  longing  eyes  once  more 
That  view  of  glorious  power  restore, 

Which  thy  majestic  house  displays ! 

Because  to  me  thy  wondrous  love 
Than  life  itself  does  dearer  prove, 

My  lips  shall  always  speak  thy  praise. 


63  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Leyden. 

GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Thou  an  my  hope — my  joy — my  rest ; 

The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2 Thou  great  and  good — thou  just  and  wise. 
Thou  art  my  father,  and  my  God ; 

And  I am  thine,  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son — thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3 With  early  feet  I love  t’  appear 
Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face ; 

Oft  have  I seen  thy  glory  there. 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

f 4 T’U  lift  my  hands — Pll  raise  my  voice, 

While  T have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  ; 

Thi3  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice. 

And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 


124  PSALMS. 

63  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Aljrcton. 

O  GOD,  thou  art  my  God  alone  ; 

Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 

A pilgrim  in  a land  unknown, 

A thirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2 Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

When  I remember  on  my  bed, 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light, 

Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

3 Better  than  life  itself,  thy  love, 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me  ; 

For,  whom  have  I in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee? 

f 4 Praise  with  my  heart — my  mind — my  voice, 
For  all  thy  mercy  I will  give  ; 

My  soul  shall  still  in  God  rejoice, 

My  tongue  shall  bless  thee  while  I live. 


63  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Lanesboro \ 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 

Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2 So  pilirrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a burning  sky, 

Long  for  a cooling  stream  at  hand, 

And  they  must  drink — or  die. 

3 I’ve  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 
Through  all  thy  temple  shine — 

My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 

That  vision  so  divine. 

4 Not  life  itself— with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 

Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 

As  thy  forgiving  love. 

f 5 Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I’ll  bless  my  God  and  king; 

— Thus  will  I lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
f And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 


PSALMS. 


125 


63  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham. 

m »TWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

I  thought  upon  thy  power; 

1 kept  thy  lovely  face  in  sight, 

Amid  the  darkest  hour. 

2 While  I lay  resting  on  my  bed, 

My  soul  arose  on  high  ; 

My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I said, 

Bring  thy  salvation  nigh. 

3 I strive  to  mount  thy  holy  hill, 

I walk  the  heavenly  road  , 

Thy  glories  all  my  spirit  fill, 

While  I commune  with  God. 

4 Thy  mercy  stretches  o’er  my  head 
The  shadow  of  thy  wing ; 

f My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 

And  I thy  praises  sing. 


63  Sixth  Part.  S.  M.  Shirland. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2 For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford  ; 

No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
mf  To  serve  and  please  the  Lord 

3 In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 

And  all  thy  dealings  kfrid. 

— 4 Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
mf  My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

— 5 The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
mf  I follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps. 


126  PSALMS. 

65  First  Part.  L.  M.  Winchelsea . 

Worship  of  God  in  his  Temple. 

f T^OR  thee,  O God,  our  constant  praise 
-F  Jn  Zion  waits — thy  chosen  seat : 

Our  promised  altars  there  we’ll  raise, 

And  there  our  zealous  vows  complete 

p 2 0 thou,  who  to  our  humble  prayer 
Didst  always  bend  thy  listening  ear, 

— To  thee  shall  all  mankind  repair, 

And  at  thy  gracious  throne  appear. 

3 How  blest  the  man,  who,  near  thee  placed, 
Within  thy  heavenly  dwelling  lives; 

While  we,  at  humbler  distance,  taste 

f The  vast  delight  thy  temple  gives. 

65  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester. 

mf  THE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

Great  God — and  praise  becomes  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 

And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

p 2 0 thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 

To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray  ; 

f All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 

And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

f 3 Soon  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion’s  hill — and  own  their  Lord  ; 

The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour’s  name  adored. 

65  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Duke  Street . 

Goodness  of  God  in  the  Seasons. 

tt  ON  God  the  race  of  man  depends, 

Far  as  the  earth’s  remotest  ends  ; 

At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads  the  day. 

2 Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 

The  morn  and  evening  both  rejoice 
To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 


PSALMS. 


127 


3 The  desert  grows  a fruitful  field ; 

Abundant  food  the  valleys  yield  ; 

The  plains  shall  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  neighboring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

4 Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine  j 

O’er  every  field  thy  glories  shine  ; 

Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear: 

Great  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

65  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham . 

»*  THE  Lord  is  good,  the  heavenly  king, 

He  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 

Visits  the  pastures  every  spring, 

And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2 The  times  and  seasons — days  and  hours, 
Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine ; 

When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 

The  author  is  divine. 

3 The  softened  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  spring  ; 

The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 

And  all  the  laborers  sing. 

4 The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns ; 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 

The  bleating  flocks  spread  o’er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

65  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield. 

Worship  of  God  in  his  Temple. 

PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 

There  shall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 

Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray ; 

All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

p 2 0 Lord,  our  guilt  and  fears  prevail, 

— But  pardoning  grace  is  thine, 

mf  And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  skill 
To  conquer  every  sin. 

3 Blest  are  the  men,  whom  thou  wilt  choose 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face ; 

Give  them  a dwelling  in  thy  house, 

To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 


128 


PSALMS. 


4 In  answering  what  thy  church  requests, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  shine  ; 

And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5 Thus  shall  the  wondering  nations  see 
The  Lord  is  good  and  just; 

f And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee, 

And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 


66  First  Part.  L.  M.  Appleton, 

Praise  to  Christ. 

f tt  TESUS  demands  the  voice  of  joy, 

Loud  through  the  land  let  triumph  ring; 
His  honors  should  your  songs  employ, 

Let  glorious  praises  hail  the  king. 

2 Shout  to  the  Lord — adoring  own, 

Thy  works  thy  wondrous  might  disclose, 
Thine  arm  victorious  power  has  shown ; 

Thus  did  thy  cross  confound  thy  foes ! 

3 Low,  at  that  cross,  the  world  shall  bow, 

All  nations  shall  its  blessings  prove ; 

While  grateful  strains  in  concert  flow, 

To  sing  thy  power,  and  praise  thy  love. 

f 4 Oh  bless  our  God,  ye  nations  round  ; 

People  and  lands,  rehearse  his  name : 

Let  shouts  of  joy  through  earth  resound, 

Let  every  tongue  his  praise  proclaim. 


66  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow . 

Praise  to  the  Creator . 

f LET  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy, 

To  God  their  voices  raise  ; 

Sing  psalms  in  honor  of  his  name, 

And  spread  his  glorious  praise. 

p 2 And  let  them  say— How  dreadful,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  art  thou  ! 

To  thy  great  power  thy  stubborn  foes 
Shall  all  be  forced  to  bow. 


PSALMS. 


129 


— 3 Through  all  the  earth,  the  nations  round 

Shall  thee,  their  God,  confess  ; 

And,  with  glad  hymns,  their  awful  dread 
Of  thy  great  name  express. 

4 Oh  come,  behold  the  works  of  God  $ 

And  then  with  me  you’ll  own, 

That  he,  to  all  the  sons  of  men, 

Has  wondrous  judgments  shown, 
f 5 Let  all  the  lands,  with  shouts  of  joy, 

To  God  their  voices  raise  ; 

Sing  psalms  in  honor  of  his  name, 

And  spread  his  glorious  praise. 

66  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Marloto . 

f SING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 

Sing  with  a joyful  noise  ; 

With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

— 2 Say  to  the  power  that  formed  the  sky, 

How  terrible  art  thou  ! 

Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 

Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow. 
f 3 Oh  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease ; 

Ye  saints,  fulfil  his  praise  ; 

He  keeps  our  life — maintains  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

66  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Clarendon, 

Praise  for  Redemption. 

NOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
To  that  almighty  power, 

Who  heard  the  long  request  I made 
In  my  distressful  hour, 
f 2 My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 

Come,  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

— 3 When  on  my  head  deep  sorrows  fell, 

I sought  his  heavenly  aid  ; 

He  saved  my  sinking  soul  from  hell. 

And  death’s  eternal  shade. 

9 


130 


PSALMS. 


4 If  sin  lay  covered  in  my  heart, 

While  prayer  employed  rny  tongue, 

The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard, 

Nor  I his  praises  sung, 
f 5 But  God — his  name  be  ever  blest — 

Has  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

He  ne’er  rejected  my  request, 

Nor  turned  his  heart  from  me. 

66  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Stephens . 

f »t  O ALL  ye  lands,  rejoice  in  God, 

Sing  praises  to  his  name  ; 

Let  alf  the  earth,  with  one  accord, 

His  wondrous  acts  proclaim  ; — 

2 And  let  his  faithful  servants  tell 
How,  by  redeeming  love, 

Their  souls  are  saved  from  death  and  hell, 

To  share  the  joys  above  ; — 

— 3 Tell  how  the  Holy  Spirit’s  grace 
Forbids  their  feet  to  slide  ; 

And,  as  they  run  the  Christian  race, 
Vouchsafes  to  be  their  guide, 
f 4 Oh,  then,  rejoice,  and  shout  for  joy, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord  ; 

Be  grateful  praise  your  sweet  employ, 

His  presence  your  reward. 


67  First  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford . 

Prayer  for  the  Enlargement  of  the  Church. 

SHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine, 

With  beams  of  heavenly  grace ; 

Reveal  thy  power  through  every  land, 

And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2 When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Sound  through  the  earth  abroad, 

And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 
f 3 Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice  ; 

Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 

And  every  heart  lejoice. 


PSALMS.  131 

67  Second  Part.  S.  M.  Thatcher. 

TO  bless  thy  chosen  race, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 

And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shine ; — 

f 2 That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known  ; 

While  distant  lands  their  homage  pay, 

And  thy  salvation  own. 

— 3 Oh  let  them  shout  and  sing, 

Dissolved  in  pious  mirth  ; 

For  thou,  the  righteous  judge  and  king, 

Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

ff  4 Let  differing  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy  fame ; 

Let  all  the  world,  O Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

67  Third  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas . 

O GOD,  to  earth  incline, 

With  mercies  from  above ; 

And  let  thy  presence  round  us  shine, 

With  beams  of  heavenly  love. 

2 Through  all  the  earth  below, 

Thy  ways  of  grace  proclaim, 

Till  distant  nations  hear  and  know 
The  Saviour’s  blessed  name. 

3 Now  let  the  world  agree 
One  general  voice  to  raise  ; 

Till  all  mankind  present  to  thee 
Their  songs  of  grateful  praise ! 

4 Oh  let  the  nations  round 
Their  cheerful  powers  employ, 

And  earth’s  far-distan*  coasts  resound 
With  shouts  of  sacred  joy. 

67  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Paddington. 

THOU  shalt,  O Lord,  descend, 

And  all  the  kingdoms  bless  ; 

Throughout  the  earth  thy  realm  extend, 

And  judge  in  righteousness. 


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PSALMS, 


2 The  fruitful  earth  shall  yield 
A rich,  increasing  store  ; 

Ana  God,  who  is  to  us  revealed, 
His  choicest  gifts  shall  pour 

3 The  blessings  of  his  grace 
He  shall  to  us  make  known  ; 

Til!  all  the  earth  his  laws  embrace, 
And  his  dominion  own. 

f 4 Let  all  the  people  raise 

The  loud  thanksgiving  voice  ; 

Let  every  nation  sing  thy  praise, 
And  every  tongue  rejoice. 


67  Fifth  Part.  7s.  PleyeVs  Hymn, 

ON  thy  church,  O Power  divine, 

Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine  ; 

Till  the  nations  from  afar 
Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star. 

f 2 Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 

Scatter  blessings  o’er  the  land  ; 

And  the  world’s  remotest  bound 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 


68  First  Part.  L.  M.  Appleton, 

The  Majesty  of  Jehovah. 

f m T7*INGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
IV  Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song: 

His  wondrous  name  and  power  rehearse; 

His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

Q He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky, 

His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high: 

Praise  him  aloud,  ye  sons  of  grace; 

Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

3 God  is  our  shield — our  joy — our  rest; 

God  is  our  King — proclaim  him  blest: 

When  terrors  rise — wheu  nations  faint, 
lie  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 


FSALMS.  133 

68  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Duke  Street * 


o LORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky  ; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots,  that  attend  thy  state. 

2 Not  Sinai’s  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there ; 
While  he  pronounced  his  holy  law, 

And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3 How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 

That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

4 Raised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 

He  sent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 

With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 

That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 


68  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Dunstan 

The  Goodness  and  Compassion  of  God . 

BLEST  be  the  Lord — the  God  of  love, 

Who  showers  his  blessings  from  above; 

The  rock,  on  which  the  righteous  trust, 

The  hope  and  saviour  of  the  just. 

2 He  to  his  saints  redemption  gives, 

The  weak  and  humble  he  relieves ; 
mf  Supported  by  his  grace  we  stand, 

For  life  and  death  are  in  his  hand. 

mp  3 He  views  his  children  in  distress, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless ; 

And,  from  his  holy  seat  above, 

Supports  them  with  his  tender  love. 

— 4 All  they  who  make  his  laws  their  choice, 
Shall  in  his  promises  rejoice; 
f With  gladness  in  their  hearts,  shall  raise* 
Before  his  throne,  triumphant  praise 


134 


PSALMS. 


68  Fourth  Part.  8.  7.  & 4.  Sicilian  Hymn. 
BLESS  our  God,  his  grace  confessing, 

Whom  his  church  above  adores; 

Who,  with  daily  loads  of  blessing, 

From  on  high  his  Spirit  pours  T 
God  our  Saviour — 

For  his  church  salvation  stores. 

2 Him,  in  whom,  as  God,  we  glory, 

God  our  Saviour  we  proclaim  ; 

Life  and  death,  O Lord,  adore  thee, 

Yielding  at  thy  awful  name: 
f Thou  snalt  triumph — 

And  th’  eternal  victory  claim. 

— 3 At  his  feet,  while  prostrate  falling, 

Jesus  breaks  the  serpent’s  head  ; 

He.  for  mighty  vengeance  calling, 

On  his  proudest  foe  shall  tread  : 
f Thou,  the  conqueror — 

Shalt  thy  church  to  victory  lead. 

68  Fifth  Part.  7s.  PleyeVs  Hymn. 
LORD,  thy  church  hath  seen  thee  rise, 

To  thy  temple  in  the  skies  : 

God  my  Saviour  ! God  my  King ! 

Still  thy  ransomed  round  thee  sing. 

2 When,  in  glories  all  divine, 

Through  the  earth  thy  church  shall  shine, 
Kings,  in  prayer  and  praise,  shall  wait, 
Bending  at  tliy  temple’s  gate. 


69  First  Part.  L.  M.  Medway. 

Pardon  implored . 

Aff  npO  thee,  great  God,  I make  my  prayer; 

J-  Do  thou  my  supplications  hear; 

Let  me  not  sink,  o’erwhelmed  in  grief, 

But  kindly  send  my  soul  relief. 

2 Oh  let  me  now  thy  goodness  prove, 
p Thy  tender  mercies,  and  thy  love ; 

Turn  not  away,  O Lord,  thy  face, 

But  hear,  and  heal  me  with  thy  grace. 


PSALMS. 


135 


f 3 So  shall  my  song  to  thee  arise, 

Thy  praise  shall  echo  through  the  skies  : 
Through  all  the  earth  will  1 proclaim 
The  greatness  of  Jehovah’s  name. 


69  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Windham . 

Pardon  through  the  Sufferings  of  Christ • 

Aff  DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  j 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

rnf  2 Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a blessing  prove  j 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 

Aff  3 Oh  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 

And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  ; — 

•<  The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 

mf  Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

69  Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's 

FATHER,  I sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 

I  bless  my  Saviour’s  name ; 

He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  sinner’s  shame. 

2 His  deep  distress  has  raised  us  high ; 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 

Fulfilled  the  law,  which  mortals  broke, 

And  finished  all  thy  will. 

3 Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God  ; 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates : 

And  glory,  purchased  by  his  blood, 

For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 

f 4 Let  heaven,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high. 

To  God  their  voices  raise  ; 

While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky 
And  join  t’  advance  his  praise. 


136 

70 


PSALMS. 


St.  Martin'* 


Aff 


C.  M. 

Prayer  for  Divine  Aid. 

GREAT  God,  attend  my  humble  call, 
Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 

Oh  let  thy  grace  prevent  my  fall, 

And  still  my  hope  sustain. 


2 Be  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 
To  thee,  O Lord,  I pray  ; 
mf  In  mercy  hasten  to  my  aid, 

Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

f 3 Let  all  who  love  thy  name  rejoice, 
And  glory  in  thy  word, 

In  thy  salvation  raise  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 


71  First  Part.  C.  M.  Warwick . 

Praise  to  God,  the  Saviour. 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 

When  I begin  thy  praise, 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2 Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust  j 
Ttiy  goodness  I adore  ; 

And  since  [ knew  thy  graces  first, 

I speak  thy  glories  more. 

3 My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road, 

mf  And  march,  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 

To  see  my  Father,  God. 

p 4 When  I am  filled  with  sore  distress 
For  some  surprising  sin, 
mf  I’ll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 

f 5 How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The"victorie's  of  my  King  ! 

My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 

Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 


PSALMS.  137 

71  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Blackburn . 

Sustaining  Grace  implored. 

GOD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 

The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

1 have  declared  thy  heavenly  truth, 

And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2 Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 

Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 

If  God,  my  strength,  depart? 

— 3 Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 
Before  the  rising  age, 

And  leave  a savor  of  thy  name, 

When  I shall  quit  the  stage. 

p 4 The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove ; 

Oh  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
mf  Teach  all  the  world  thy  love ! 


?1  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Cheltenham 

MY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 

I live  upon  thy  truth  ; 

Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 

And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2 Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen, 
Repeated  every  year ; 

Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 

I trust  them  to  thy  care. 

3 Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 
When  hoary  hairs  arise  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine, 

Whene’er  thy  servant  dies. 

f 4 Then,  in  the  history  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 

They’ll  read  thy  love  in  every  page. 

In  every  line  thy  praise. 


138  PSALMS. 

73  First  Part.  L.  M.  Danvers. 

Universal  Reign  of  Christ. 
mf  f'l  REAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 

vJ  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
<,  Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
f Extend  his  power — exalt  his  throne, 
dol  2 As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 

So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down ; 

His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 

Like  heavenly  dew,  on  thirsty  hills. 

— 3 The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 

.<  Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
mf  And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

— 4 The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days. 

Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 

r Peace,  like  a river,  from  his  throne, 

Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

7a  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Monmouth . 

H JESUS  shall  reign  where’er  the  sun 
Doth  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  moon  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2 For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
f And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 

— His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice, 
f 3 People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
>.  Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 

— And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4 Blessings  abound  where’er  he  reigns ; 
mf  The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains; 

>»  The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

— And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest, 
f m 5 Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King: 

Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 

And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 


PSALMS.  139 

72  Third  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas 


f THE  Saviour’s  glorious  name 
Forever  shall  endure, 

Long  as  the  sun,  his  matchless  fame 
Shall  ever  stand  secure. 

2 Wonders  of  grace  and  power 
To  thee  alone  belong ; 

Thy  church  those  wonders  shall  adore, 
In  everlasting  song. 

3 O Israel,  bless  him  still, 

His  name  to  honor  raise ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  glory  fill, 

Midst  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

FA  Jehovah — God  most  high ! 

We  spread  thy  praise  abroad  ; 

Through  all  the*  world  thy  Came  shall  fly, 
O God,  thine  Israel’s  God  ! 


72  Fourth  Part.  7s.  Lincoln. 

HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah’s  sway, 

Every  nation,  every  clime, 

Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2 Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 
Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore  ; 

Satan  and  his  host,  o’erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3 Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 

Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

f 4 Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name  j 

All  his  mighty  acts  record, 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 


140 


PSALMS, 


73  First  Part.  L.  M.  Middlebury • 

Folly  of  envying  the  Prosperity  of  Sinners. 

T ORD,  what  a thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 

" To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  see  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 

In  pride,  and  robes  of  honor  shine  ! 

Aff  2 But  oh ! their  end — their  dreadful  end 1 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so ; 

On  slippery  rocks  I see  them  stand, 

And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3 Now  £ esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood  j 
C Lord,  ’tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
mf  My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


73  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee . 

Ood  the  Portion  of  the  Soul. 

GOD,  my  supporter,  and  my  hope, 

My  help  forever  near, 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 

>■  When  sinking  in  despair. 

2 Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet, 
Thiough  this  dark  wilderness  ; 

Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 

To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3 Were  I in  heaven,  without  my  God, 

’Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 

And  while  the  earth  is  my  abode, 

I long  for  none  but  thee. 

4 What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint, 

f Thou  art  my  soul’s  eternal  rock, 

The  strength  of  every  saint. 

— 5 Then  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

>-  Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
f My  tongue  shall  sound  tliy  works  abroad, 

And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


3 3 


PSALMS. 


141 


73  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Corinth . 

WHOM  have  we,  Lord,  in  heaven,  but  thee, 
And  whom  on  earth  beside? 

Where  else  for  succor  can  we  flee, 

Or  in  whose  strength  confide  ? 

2 Thou  art  our  portion  here  below, 

Oiu  promised  bliss  above  ; 

Ne’er  may  our  souls  an  object  know 
So  precious  as  thy  love. 

3 When  heart  and  flesh,  O Lord,  shall  fail, 
Thou  wilt  our  spirits  cheer  ; 

Support  us  through  life’s  thorny  vale, 
mp  And  calm  each  anxious  fear. 

f 4 Yes — thou  shalt  be  our  guide  through  life, 
And  help  and  strength  supply  ; 

Sustain  us  in  death’s  tearful  strife, 

And  welcome  us  on  high. 

73  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Olmutz, 

Folly  of  envying  the  Prosperity  of  Sinners . 
n SURE  there’s  a righteous  God, 

Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 

Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud, 

And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2 1 saw  the  wicked  rise. 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  haughty  fools,  with  scornful  eyes, 

In  robes  of  honor  shine. 

3 The  tumult  of  my  thought 
Held  mein  hard  suspense, 

Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

4 Thy  word  with  light  and  power 
Does  my  mistake  amend  ; 

I viewed  the  sinner’s  life  before, 

But  here  1 learn  his  end. 

p 5 On  what  a slippery  steep 

The  thought  less  wretches  go! 

Len  And  oh  ! that  dreadful,  fiery  deep 
> That  waits  theix  fall  below ! 


42 


PSALMS. 


— 6 Lord,  at  thy  feet  I bow ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
< I call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
inf  And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 


76  H.  M.  Bethesda . 

God  only  to  be  feared  and  worshipped . 

THY  glories,  mighty  God  ! 

Alone  our  reveience  claim  : 

Thy  terrors  spread  abroad, 

How  awful  is  thy  name  ! 

Thine  anger  shown,  I Who  dare  appear 
Thy  judgments  near,  | Before  thy  throne  ? 

2 Let  man  his  anger  raise, 

With  persecuting  rage, 

His  wrath  shall  work  thy  praise, 

The  rest  tliy  hands  assuage  : 

Then  still  obey  I Your  offerings  bring, 
Th’  eternal  King,  | And  vows  repay. 

3 Let  all,  who  round  his  throne 
With  holy  gifts  draw  near, 

There  lay  their  offerings  down, 

Jehovah  claims  their  fear : 

Before  his  word  I And  princes  know 

The  world  shall  bow,  | Thy  terrors,  Lord. 


77  C.  M.  Dedham . 

Despondency  forbidden. 

TO  God  I cried,  with  mournful  voice  j 
I sought  his  gracious  ear, 

In  the  sad  day  when  trouble  rose, 

And  filled  my  heart  with  fear. 

2 Will  he  forever  cast  me  off? 

His  promise  ever  fail  ? 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love? 

Shall  anger  still  prevail  ? 

3 But  I forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  daik  despairing  frame, 

Remembering  what  thy  hand  has  wrought— 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 


PSALMS. 


143 


4 I’ll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o’er — 

Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 

When  I could  hope  no  more. 

5 Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne; 
And  men  who  love  thy  word 

Have  in  thy  holy  temple  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 


78  C.  M.  Lutzen. 

The  Works  of  God  recounted  to  Posterity. 

” T ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 

Li  Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 

And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2 He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 

And  we’ll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3 Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4 Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  securely  stands, 

That  they  may  ne’er  forget  his  works, 

But  practise  his  commands. 


79  S.  M.  Boxford 

Pardoning  Mercy  supplicated. 

Aflf  npHOU  gracious  God  and  kind, 

L Oh  cast  our  sins  a way  ; 

Nor  call  our  former  guilt  to  mind, 

Thy  justice  to  display.  i 

2 Thy  tenderest  mercies  show, 

Thy  richest  grace  prepare, 

Ere  yet,  with  guilty  fears  laid  low, 

We  perish  in  despair. 


144 


PSALMS. 


3 Save  us  from  guilt  and  shame, 

Thy  glory  to  display  ; 

And,  for  the  great  Redeemer’s  name, 
Wash  all  our  sins  away. 


80  L.  M.  Stonefield. 

The  Church’s  Prayer  in  Time  of  Desertion. 

GREAT  shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 

Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 

Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep-— 

2 Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now — 

Shine  from  on  high — and  guide  us  through ; 
Turn  us  to  thee — thy  love  restore, 

We  shall  be  saved— and  sigh  no  more. 

— 3 Hast  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hand 
A lovely  vine  in  this  our  land  ? 

Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 

And  heavenly  dew  enrich  the  ground  ? 

4 Flow  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 

And  bless  the  nations  with  their  fruit? 
p But  now,  O Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

< 5 Return,  almighty  God,  return, 
mf  Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  i 
p Turn  us  to  thee — thy  love  restore, 

O We  shall  be  saved — and  sigh  no  more. 


mf 


81  C.  M.  St.  Ann's 

Praise  to  Ood  in  his  Temples. 

f rpO  God,  our  strength,  your  voice  aloud 
1 In  strains  of  glory  raise  $ 

The  great  Jehovah — Jacob’s  God, 

•Exalt  in  notes  of  praise. 

2 Now  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

On  each  appointed  feast, 

And  teach  his  waiting  church  to  know 
> The  Sabbath’s  sacred  rest. 


PSALMS, 


145 


— 3 This  was  the  statute  of  the  Lord, 
To  Israel’s  favored  race  : 

And  yet  his  courts  preserve  his  word. 
And  there  we  wait  his  grace. 

f 4 With  psalms  of  honor,  and  of  joy. 
Let  all  his  temples  ring ; 

Your  various  instruments  employ. 
And  songs  of  triumph  sing. 


8a  L.  M.  Bath. 

Oppressors  admonished. 

H A MONG  th’  assemblies  of  the  great, 

A greater  Ruler  takes  his  seat: 

The  God  of  heaven,  as  judge,  surveys 
The  kings  of  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2 Why  should  they,  then,  frame  wicked  laws? 
Or  why  support  th’  unrighteous  cause? 

When  will  they  cease  t’  oppress  the  poor? 
When  will  they  vex  the  saints  no  more  ? 

— 3 Arise,  O God,  and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  : — 

He  is  our  judge — and  he  our  God. 


83  S.  M.  St.  Thomas 

Ood  arising  to  subdue  Opposers. 

AND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Perpetual  silence  keep? 

The  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace, 

And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  ? 

mf  2 Arise,  almighty  God, 

Assume  thy  sovereign  sway  $ 

Before  thy  throne  bid  sinners  bow, 

And  yield  their  hearts  to  thee. 

f 3 Let  all  the  nations  know, 

And  spread  thy  name  abroad ; 

Let  all  who  dwell  on  earth  confess 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God 
10 


PSALMS. 


146 

84  First  Part.  L.  M.  Hebron. 

Blessedness  of  worshipping  God  in  his  Temple . 
p TT O W pleasant — how  divinely  fair, 

•H-  O Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are ; 

With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 

To  meet  th’  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2 My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode : 

My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  : 

My  God  ! my  King!  why  should  I be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  t 
mf  3 Blest  are  the  saints,  who  sit  on  high, 

Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky  ; 

Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 

And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4 Blest  are  the  souls,  who  find  a place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 

>■  There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 

< And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5 Blest  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion’s  gate  : 

f God  is  their  strength — and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6 Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length  : 

Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
ff  And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

84  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Sharon. 
GREAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs : 

To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2 Might  I enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O God  of  grace, 

Not  tents  of  ease — nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3 God  is  our  sun — he  makes  our  day  j 
God  is  our  shield — he  guards  oui  way 
From  all  th’  assaults  of  hell  and  sin  j 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 


PSALMS. 


147 


4 All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 

And  crown  tliat  grace  with  glory  too : 

He  gives  us  all  things — and  withholds 

No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

— 5 0 God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
C The  glorious  host  of  heaven  obey, 

Display  thy  grace — exert  thy  power, 
f Till  all  on  eartli  thy  name  adore. 

84  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Medford . 

MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  resorts  1 

’Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2 There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 
His  saving  power  displays; 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 

With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3 With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 
Descends  and  fills  the  place  ; 

While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 

And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

mf  4 There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  secrets  of  thy  will : 

— Ami  still  ws  seek  thy  mercies  there, 
f And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

84  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

O LORD,  my  heart  cries  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 

When  shall  l tread  thy  courts,  and  see 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God  ? 

2 To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 

Exceeds  a whole  eternity 
Employed  in  carnai  joys. 

3 Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I would  wait. 

While  Jesus  is  within, 

Rather  than  fill  a throne  of  state, 

Or  dwell  in  tents  of  sin. 


148 


PSALMS. 


4 Could  I command  the  spacious  land, 

Or  the  more  boundless  sea, 

For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand, 

I’d  give  them  both  away. 

84  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Dunchurch. 

O GOD  of  hosts — the  mighty  Lord, 

How  lovely  is  the  place, 

Where,  in  thy  glory,  we  behold 
The  brightness  of  thy  face  ! 

2 My  fainting  soul  with  longing  waits 
To  view  thy  blest  abode  : 

My  panting  heart  and  flesh  cry  out 
For  thee,  the  living  God. 

3 Thrice  happy  they,  whose  choice  has  thee 
Their  sure  protection  made  ; 

Who  long  to  tread  the  sacred  ways, 

Which  to  thy  dwelling  lead. 

fit  4 For  God — who  is  our  sun  and  shield — 

Will  grace  and  glory  give  ; 

And  no  good  thing  will  he  withhold 
From  them  that  justly  live. 

— 5 0 Lord  of  hosts — my  king,  my  God, 

How  highly  blest  are  they, 

< Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 

f And  there  thy  praise  display  ! 

84  Sixth  Part.  H.  M.  Newbury. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 

Howr  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are ! 

To  thine  abode  I Witli  warm  desires, 

My  heart  aspires,  J To  see  my  God. 

mp  2 0 happy  souls,  who  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  j 
O happy  men,  who  pay 
Their  constant  service  there ! 

f They  praise  thee  still ! I Who  love  the  way 

And  happy  they,  | To  Zion’s  hill. 


PSALMS. 


149 


— 3 They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears : 
f O glorious  seat,  I Shall  thither  bring 

When  God  our  king  | Our  willing  feet. 

84  Seventh  Part.  H.  M.  Newbury, 

TO  spend  one  sacred  day 
Where  God  and  saints  abide, 

Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside : 

Where  God  resorts,  | To  keep  the  door, 

I  love  it  more  | Than  shine  in  courts. 

2 God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  light,  and  our  defence  : 

With  gifts  his  hands  are  filled  ; 

We  draw  our  blessings  thence  : 

He  shall  bestow  I Peculiar  grace, 

On  Jacob’s  race  | And  glory  too. 

3 The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 

From  those  his  heart  approves, 

From  pure  and  upright  souls: 

Thrice  happy  he,  I Whose  spirit  trusts 
O God  of  hosts ! J Alone  in  thee. 


85  First  Part.  L.  M.  Ralston . 

Quickening  Grace  implored 

LORD,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind, 
Thou  hast  reversed  our  heavy  doom : 

So  God  forgave,  when  Israel  sinned, 

And  brought  his  wandering  captives  home. 
2 Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate : 

Now  let  our  hearts  be  turned  to  thee, 

And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

3 Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice : 

Make  known  thy  truth — fulfil  thy  word— 

We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 


150 


PSALMS, 


4 We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say,' 

He’ll  speak — and  give  his  people  peace; 

But  let  them  go  no  more  astray, 

Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

85  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Uxbridge . 

Salvation  through  Christ . 

M SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

The  souls  who  fear  and  trust  the  Lord ; 

And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 

Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2 Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met,  [heaven  ; 
Since  Christ,  the  Lord,  came  down  from 

By  his  obedience,  so  complete, 

Justice  is  pleased — and  peace  is  given. 

3 His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 

To  give  us  free  access  to  God  ; 

Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more. 

But  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road. 

85  Third  Part.  H.  M.  Acton. 

JESUS,  the  Saviour’s  nigh 
To  those  who  fear  his  name ; 

He  comes  ! — his  praise  on  high 
Let  all  his  church  proclaim  . 

His  footsteps  still  I And  all  the  land 
On  earth  shall  stand,  | His  glory  fill. 

2 Thy  mercy,  O our  God, 

To  all  thy  church  display: 

Proclaim  thy  grace  abroad, 

And  spread  the  gospel  day: 

High  on  thy  throne,  I And  quickly  send 
Our  prayer  attend,  | Salvation  down. 

85  Fourth  Part.  H.  M.  Acton. 
THE  Lord  his  blessing  pours 
Around  our  favored  land  ; 

His  grace,  like  gentle  showers, 

Descends  at  his  command  : 

O’er  all  the  plains  I In  rich  supplies, 

Blest  fruits  arise,  | Since  Jesus  reigns. 


gA** 


PSALMS. 


151 


2 His  righteousness  alone 
Prepares  his  wondrous  way: 

He  rises  to  his  throne, 

In  realms  of  endless  day  ! 

His  steps  we  trace,  I And,  heaven  in  view, 
His  path  pursue ; | Adore  his  grace. 


86  First  Part.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

The  Creator  only  worthy  to  be  worshipped. 

ETERNAL  God — almighty  cause 

Of  earth,  and  sea,  and  worlds  unknown  ; 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 

All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2 Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 

Of  all,  within  itself,  possessed  ; 

Controlled  by  none  are  thy  commands  j 
Thou,  from  thyself  alone,  art  blest. 

3 To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe  j 
To  thee  alone,  our  homage  pay  j 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims — renounce  their  sway. 

f 4 Spread  thy  great  name  through  heathen  lands, 
Their  idol  deities  dethrone  ; 

Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 

And  reign,  as  thou  art — God  alone. 

86  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester. 

THOU  great  Instructer,  lest  I stray, 

Oh  teach  my  erring  feet  thy  way  ! 

Thy  truth,  with  ever  fresh  delight, 

Shall  guide  my  doubtful  steps  aright. 

— 2 How  oft  my  heart’s  affections  yield, 

And  wander  o’er  the  world’s  wide  field  ! 

My  roving  passions,  Lord,  reclaim ; 

Unite  them  all  to  fear  thy  name. 

f 3 Then,  to  my  God,  my  heart  and  tongue, 
With  all  their  powers,  shall  raise  the  song: 

On  earth  thy  glories  I’ll  declare, 
ff  Till  heaven  th’  immortal  notes  shall  hear 


PSALMS. 


152 

86  Thfrd  Part.  C.  M.  London . 

AMONG  fhe  princes,  earthly  gods, 

There’s  none  hath  power  divine  ; 

Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2 The  nations  thou  hast  made  shall  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne  ; 

For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things, 

For  thou  art  God  alone. 

p 3 Lord.  I would  walk  with  holy  feet, 

Teach  me  thine  heavenly  ways, 

«<  And  all  my  wandering  thoughts  unite 
f In  God  my  Father’s  praise. 

86  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Aylesbury . 

Prayer  for  divine  Help. 

MY  God,  my  prayer  attend  ! 

Oh  bow  thine  ear  to  me, 

Without  a hope — without  a friend, 

Without  a help — but  thee  l 

2 Oh  guard  my  soul  around, 

Which  loves  and  trusts  thy  grace ; 

Nor  let  the  powers  of  hell  confound 
The  hopes  on  thee  I place ! 

3 Thy  mercy  I entreat — 

Let  mercy  hear  my  cries, 

While,  humbly  waiting  at  thy  seat, 

My  daily  prayers  arise  ! 

mf  4 Oh  bid  my  heart  rejoice, 

And  every  fear  contrc! , 

>.  Since  at  my  throne,  with  suppliant  voice, 

— To  thee  I lift  my  soul ! 

86  Fifth  Part.  7s.  Lincoln 

THOU,  Jehovah,  God  o’er  all ! 

Idol  gods  to  thee  shall  fall : 

None  thy  wondrous  works  can  share; 

None  with  thee  in  might  compare. 


PSALMS, 


153 


9 Formed  by  thy  creative  hand, 

Let  the  nations  round  thee  stand  ; 
Prostrate  at  thy  throne  confess, 

And  adore  the  Saviour’s  grace. 

f 3 Great  in  power ! — thine  arm  divine  !— 
Round  the  world  thy  wonders  shine : 
Bid  the  world  thy  glories  own — 

Thou  art  God — and  thou  alone ! 


87  First  Part.  L.  M.  Sterling . 

The  Church  the  Dwelling-Place  of  Qod, 

♦»  f'l  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praise j 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 

But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

p 9 His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows ; 

But  makes  a more  delightful  stay, 

Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

f 3 What  glories  were  described  of  old  ! 

What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 

Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  all  the  nations  know. 


87  Second  Part.  H.  M.  Murray. 

f FIXED  on  the  sacred  hills, 

Its  firm  foundations  rest : 

The  Lord  his  temple  fills, 

With  all  his  glory  blest! 

rile  waits  where’er  his  saints  adore, 

But  loves  the  gates  of  Zion  more 

mp  9 Oh  Zion,  sacred  place ! 

Thy  name  shall  spread  around  j 
The  city  of  his  grace, 

His  wonders  there  abound  : 

-<  Thy  glories  shall  thy  God  declare, 
f And  earth  thy  fame  resound  afar 


154 


PSALMS. 


87  Third  Part.  8s&7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 

He,  whose  word  can  ne’er  be  broken, 

Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2 Lord,  thy  church  is  still  thy  dwelling, 

Still  is  precious  in  tliy  sight  3 

Judah’s  temple  far  excelling, 

Beaming  with  the  gospel’s  light. 

3 On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  her  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation’s  wall  surrounded, 

She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 

4 Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 

He,  whose  word  can  ne’er  be  broken, 

Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 


88  First  Part.  L.  M.  Windham. 

Resurrection  from  the  Grave. 

Aff  HALL  man,  O God  of  light  and  life, 

^ Forever  moulder  in  the  grave  ? 

-<  Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
mf  Thy  promise,  and  thy  power  to  save  ? 
p 2 Tn  those  dark,  silent  realms  of  night 
Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  ? 

No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 

Nor  day-star  gild  tne  darksome  skies  ! 

Brewer. 

ft  3 Cease— cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears  : 

When  Christ, our  Lord,  from  darkness  sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
f And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang, 
m”  4 Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 
Unfold  to  make  his  children  way  ; 

They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 

And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

5  The  trump  shall  sound— the  dead  shall  wake  ! 
From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring  ! 
f Through  heaven,  with  joy,  their  myriads  rise, 
And  hail  their  Saviour,  and  their  King. 


PSALMS.  155 

88  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Windham. 

Sinners  incited  to  immediate  Repentance. 

Aff  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Merey  is  found — and  peace  is  given  ; 

But  soon — ah  soon  ! approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2 While  God  invites— how  blest  the  day . 

How  sweet  the  gospel’s  charming  sound  ! 
mf  Coine,  sinners,  haste — oh,  haste  away, 

While  yet  a pardoning  God  is  found. 

mp  3 Soon,  borne  on  time’s  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  ; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

4 In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath’s  heavenly  light  shall  rise; 

No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 

No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

— 5 Now  God  invites — how  blessed  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel’s  charming  sound  ! 
mf  Come,  sinners,  haste— oh,  haste  away, 

While  yet  a pardoning  God  is  found. 


88  Third  Part.  fc.  M.  Boxford. 

Aff  YE  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  ’tis  called  to-day  ; 

Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

2 Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o’er ; 

And  soon  your  injured,  angry  God, 

Len  Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

— 3 Then  while  ’tis  called  to-day, 

Oh  hear  the  gospel’s  sound  ; 
mf  Come,  sinner,  haste — oh  haste  away, 

While  pardon  may  be  found. 


156  PSALMS. 

89  First  Part.  L.  M.  Bath . 

Frailty  of  Man . 

REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state — 

How  frail  our  life — how  short  the  date  \ 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath, 

Safe  from  disease — secure  from  death  ? 

2 Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Distressed  witn  gloomy  fears,  we  cry, 

“ Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 

Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3 Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 

Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust  ?” — 
f But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 

And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

— 4 That  glorious  hour — that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 

And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  : — 

Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

89  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Ellenthorpe. 

The  Faithfulness  of  God. 

FOREVER  shall  my  song  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 

Mercy  and  tiuth  forever  stand. 

Like  heaven,  established  by  his  hand. 

2 Jesus,  our  prophet  and  our  priest ! 

Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest : 

Thou  art  our  King — thy  glorious  throne 
Shall  stand  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

f 3 Then  let  the  church  rejoice,  and  sing 
Jesus,  her  Saviour,  and  her  King ; 

Ansels  above  his  wonders  show, 

And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 

89  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Colchester • 

f MY  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 
The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 


PSALMS. 


157 


2 The  sacred  truth  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; 

And  if  he  speak  a promise  once, 

Th*  eternal  grace  is  sure. 

— 3 Lord  God  of  hosts — thy  wondrous  ways 
Are  sung  by  saints  above : 
f And  saints  on  earth  their  honors  raise 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

89  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Spencer. 

Reverend  View  of  the  Divine  Majesty. 
p WITH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word, 
mf  2 Great  God,  how  high  thy  glories  rise  ! 

How  bright  thin#4  armies  shine  ! 

Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 

Or  truth,  compared  with  thine  ? 

3 The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 
On  thy  supporting  hand  ; 

Darkness  and  day — from  east  to  west, 

Move  round  at  thy  command. 

-O-  4 Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

< And  rule  the  boisterous  deep ; 

X Thou  mak’st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 

>•  The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

ft*  5 Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine, 

> And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 

■<  How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 

>•  When  Egypt  durst  rebel. 

mp  6 Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

mf  Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace ! 

While  truth  and  mercy,  joined  in  one, 

>■  Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

89  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Cambridge 

Rejoicing  in  the  Oospel. 

ft  BLEST  are  the  souls,  who  hear  and  know 
The  gospel’s  joyful  sound  ; 

Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 

And  light  their  steps  surround. 


158 


PSALMS. 


2  Their  joy  shall  hear  their  spirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer’s  name  ; 

His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 

Nor  Satan  dares  condemn, 
f 3 The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  j 
ff  Israel,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 

Thy  God  forever  lives. 

89  Sixth  Part.  L.  P.  M.  St.  Helen's, 

Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

THTNK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man — 

How  few  his  hours — how  short  his  span ! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave ; 

Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath 
Against  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With  skill  to  fly — or  power  to  save  ? 

2 Lord,  shall  it  be  forever  said, 

4<  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 
For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust?” 

Are  not  thy  servants,  day  by  day, 

Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turned  to  clay  ? — 
Lord,  where’s  thy  kindness  to  the  just? 

3 Hast  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 

And  all  his  seed,  a heavenly  crown  ? 

Rut  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair: 

Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a resurrection  there. 

4 Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  saints  a long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain: 

Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  his  loud  Amen. 


90  First  Part.  L.  M.  Bath. 

Divine  Immutability  and  human  Frailty. 
mf  rpn ROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God, 

^ Thou  art  our  rest — our  safe  abode : 

High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 


PSALMS. 


159 


2 Long  hadst  thou  reigned,  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man  ; 

And  long  ihy  kingdom  shall  endure, 

When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

p 3 But.  man — weak  man — is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  is  just, 

“ Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust.” 

4 Death,  like  an  ever-flowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away — our  life’s  a dream — 

An  empty  tale — a morning  flower — 

Cut  down,  and  withered,  in  an  hour. 

— 5 Teach  us,  O Lord,  how  frail  is  man , 

And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 

Till,  cleansed  by  grace,  we  all  may  be 
Prepared  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 


90  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Grafton. 

O GOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home ; — 

2 Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  j 

■<  Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
f And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3 Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame  ; 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

p 4 Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

“ Return,  ye  sons  of  men 
— All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 

And  turn  to  earth  again. 

mf  SO  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

•O  Be  thou  our  guard,  while  troubles  last, 

Len  And  our  eternal  home 


PSALMS. 


160 

90  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Bangor . 

O LORD,  the  saviour  and  defence 
Of  all  thy  chosen  race. 

From  age  to  age  thou  still  hast  been 
Our  sure  abiding  place. 

2 Before  the  lofty  mountains  rose, 

Or  earth  received  its  frame  ; 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

3 Thou  turnest  man,  O Lord,  to  dust, 

Of  which  he  first  was  made  ; 

When  thou  dost  speak  the  word,  Return— 
’Tis  instantly  obeyed. 

4 For  in  thy  sight  a thousand  years 
Are  like  a day  that’s  past ; 

Or  like  a watch  in  dead  of  night, 

Whose  hours  unminded  waste. 

5 So  teach  us,  Lord,  th’  uncertain  sum 
Of  our  short  days  to  mind, 

That  unto  wisuom  all  our  hearts 
May  ever  be  inclined. 

90  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Medfidd. 

RETURN,  O God  of  love — return  ; 

Earth  is  a tiresome  place : 

How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ? 

mf  2 Let  heaven  succeed  our  painful  years  j 
Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease  ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

— 3 Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show, 

Make  thine  own  work  complete; 

f Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 

And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

90  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford . 

LORD,  if  thine  eye  survey  our  faults, 

And  justice  grow  severe, 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 

And  burns  beyond  our  fear 


PSALMS, 


161 


2 Almighty  God — reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 

Oh  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

90  Sixth  Part.  S.  M.  Little  Marlb'ro *• 

LORD,  what  a feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life — how  poor  a trifle  ’tis, 

That  scarce  deserves  the  name ! 

2 Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay , 

Swift  as  a flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

3 Then,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We’ll  keep  their  end  in  sight; 

We’ll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom’s  way, 

And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

mf  4 They’ll  waft  us  sooner  o’er 
This  life’s  tempestuous  sea ; 

>•  Soon  shall  we  reach  the  peaceful  shore 

mf  Of  blest  eternity. 


91  First  Part.  L.  M.  Duke  Street 

Safety  of  trusting  in  Ood. 

n TTE,  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 

JT-  Shall  find  a most  secure  abode  ; 

Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 

And  there,  at  night,  shall  rest  his  head. 

2 Now  may  we  say — Our  God,  thy  power 
Shall  he  our  fortress,  and  our  tower! 

We,  that  are  formed  of  feeble  dust, 

Make  thine  almighty  arm  our  trust. 

3 TIHce  happy  man  ! — thy  Maker’s  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  tempter’s  snare  j 
God  is  thy  life — his  arms  are  spread, 

To  shield  thee  with  a healthful  shade. 

11 


162  PSALMS. 

91  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Medford. 

YE  sons  of  men,  a feeble  race, 

Exposed  to  every  snare, 

Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  trust  his  gracious  care. 

2 No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell: 

Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 

’Twill  raise  the  saints  on  high. 

3 He’ll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
Your  feet,  in  all  their  ways; 

To  watch  your  pillow,  while  you  sleep, 

And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4 Ye  sons  of  men,  a feeble  race, 

Exposed  to  every  snare, 

Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  trust  his  gracious  care. 


92  First  Part.  L.  M.  Quito . 

Delight  in  the  Worship  of  the  Sabbath. 

LORD,  ’tis  a pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  ; 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 

Like  a young  cedar,  fresli  and  green. 

2 There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above; 

Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  such  a comely  sight  as  these. 

3 Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 

They  who  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
God  ever  faithful — ever  kind. 

92  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Slade . 

mp  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

To  praise  thy  name — give  thanks — and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 


PSALMS. 


163 


2 Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest — 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 

Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 

Like  David’s  harp  of  solemn  sound, 
mf  3 My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  his  works — and  bless  his  word  : 
Tiiy  works  of  grace — how  bright  they  shine! 
How  deep  thy  counsels — how  divine  ! 

4 Sure  I shall  share  a glorious  part, 

When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 

And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 

Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5 Then  shall  1 sec — and  hear — and  know 
All  I desired,  or  wished  below  ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 

In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

92  Third  Part.  S.  M.  Pentonville. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  O Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing ; 

To  praise  and  pray — to  hear  thy  word, 

And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2 Sweet — at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 

And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night. 

Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3 Sweet — on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 

With  those,  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 

And  in  thy  name  rejoice, 
f 4 To  song3  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 

That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


03  First  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester ► 

The  Majesty  and  Dominion  of  God. 

*nf  "YET ITH  glory  clad — with  strength  arrayed, 

▼ * The  Lord,  that  o’er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world’s  foundations  firmly  laid, 

And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 


164 


PSALMS, 


2 How  surely  stablished  is  thy  throne ! 
Which  shall  no  change  or  period  see  } 

For  thou,  O Lord — and  thou  alone, 

Art  God,  from  all  eternity. 

3 The  floods,  O Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
And  toss  their  troubled  waves  on  high  j 

But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 

And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

4 Through  endless  ages  stands  thy  throne ; 
Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  ever  sure  ; 

The  pure  in  heart — and  they  alone, 

Shall  find  their  hope  of  heaven  secure. 


93  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Duke  Street, 

JEHOVAH  reigns — he  dwells  in  light, 

Girded  with  majesty  and  might: 

The  world,  created  rty  his  hands, 

Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2 But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 

Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3 Like  floods,  the  angry  nations  rise, 

And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies  ; 

Vain  floods — that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! 

At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4 Forever  shall  thy  throne  endure  j 
Thy  promise  stands  forever  sure  j 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 


93  Third  Part.  S.  P.  M.  Dalston . 

t»  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned  \ 

Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 

And  rays  of  maiesty  around. 


PSALMS. 


165 


2 Upheld  by  thy  commands. 

The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Ere  stars  adorned  the  sky  : 

Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3 Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  power  engage; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky: 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down; 

Thy  throne  forever  stands  on  high. 

4 Thy  promises  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fixed — thy  church  shall  ne’er  remove  j 
Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 
Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 

And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

93  Fourth  Part.  lOs&lls.  Lyons. 

YE  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name; 

The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 

His  kingdom  is  glorious,  he  rules  over  all. 

2 God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save  ; 

And  still  he  is  nigh — his  presence  we  have: 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  king. 

3 Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son  : 

The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4 Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right, 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above. 

And  thanks  never  ceasing,  for  infinite  love. 

94  First  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee . 

Trusting  in  God  for  Help. 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Sustained  my  fainting  head, 

My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 

My  soul  among  the  dead. 


166 


PSALMS, 


p 2 “Alas,  my  sliding  feet !”  I cried — 

— Thy  promise  was  my  hope  ; 

Thy  grace  stood  constant  at  my  side, 

Thy  spirit  bore  me  up. 

mp  3 While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 
W ithin  my  bosom  roll, 

— Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 

Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

4 The  powers  of  earth  and  sin  may  rise, 

And  frame  oppressive  laws  ; 

f But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies, 

He  will  defend  my  cause. 

94  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford . 

BLEST  is  the  man,  whom  thou,  O Lord, 

In  kindness  dost  chastise, 

And  by  thy  sacred  rules  to  walk, 

In  mercy  dost  advise. 

2 For  God  will  never  from  his  saints 
His  favor  wholly  tcke  : 

His  own  possession,  and  his  lot 
He  will  not  quite  forsake. 

3 The  world  shall  then  confess  thee  just, 

In  all  that  thou  hast  done  ; 

And  those,  who  choose  thy  upright  path, 

Shall  in  that  path  go  on. 

4 My  sure  defence  is  firmly  placed 
In  thee,  the  Lord  most  high : 

f Thou  art  my  rock — to  thee  I may 
For  refuge  always  fly. 


95  First  Part.  L.  M.  Appleton . 

Exhortation  to  adore  and  praise  Jehovah. 

»»  /""I  II ! come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 

" Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King ; 

For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 

When  our  salvation’s  rock  we  praise. 

2 Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 

To  thank  him  for  his  favors  past  j 
To  him  address,  in  joyful  song, 

Praises  which  to  his  name  belong. 


PSALMS. 


167 


3  Oh  ! let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 

And  bow  with  adoration  there ; 

Down  on  our  knees,  devoutly,  all 
>■  Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fell. 

95  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Uxbridge . 

COME — let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A sacred  song  of  solemn  praise: 

God  is  a sovereign  king — rehearse 
His  honor  in  exaited  verse. 

2 Come — let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 

Who  framed  our  natures  with  his  word: 

He  is  our  shepherd — we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose — his  pastures  keep. 

3 Come — let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 

The  counsels  of  his  love  obey  ; 

Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4 Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 

And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead: 

Accept  the  offered  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

5 Come — seize  the  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion’s  heavenly  gales; 

Believe — and  take  the  promised  rest ; 

Obey — and  be  forever  blest. 

95  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Sterling. 

TO  God  our  voices  let  us  raise, 

And  loudly  chant  the  joyful  strain  ; 

That  rock  of  strength — oh  let  us  praise, 
Whence  free  salvation  we  obtain. 

2 The  Lord  is  great — with  glory  crowned, 
O’er  all  the  gods  of  earth  he  reigns ; 

His  hand  supports  the  deeps  profound, 

His  power  alone  the  hills  sustains. 

3 Let  all  who  now  his  goodness  feel, 

Come  near,  and  worship  at  his  throne  • 

Before  the  Lord,  their  Maker,  kneel 
And  bow  in  adoration  down. 


PSALMS. 


168 

95  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow. 

f SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2 With  thanks,  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing  ; 

The  Lord’s  a God  of  boundless  might, 

The  whole  creation’s  king, 
p 3 Come — and  with  humble  souls,  adore  j 
Come — kneel  before  his  face : 

C Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 

>•  Be  children  of  his  grace  1 

mf  4 Now  is  the  time — he  bends  his  ear, 

>■  And  waits  for  your  request ; 

mf  Come — lest  he  rouse  his  wrath — and  swear, 

Leu  “ Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest.” 

95  Fifth  Part.  S.  M.  Paddington . 

f COME — sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing: 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  king, 
mp  2 Come — worship  at  his  throne, 

Come — bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

— We  ? re  his  work,  and  not  our  own  j 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

3 To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come — like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

96  First  Part.  L.  P.  M.  St.  Helen's. 

Rejoicing  in  View  of  GocPs  universal  Reign . 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 
To  sing  a psalm  of  lofty  praise, 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah’s  name; 

His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 

His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 


PSALMS. 


169 


2  Oh  ! haste  the  day — the  glorious  hour, 

When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  barbarous  nations  fear  his  name: 

Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 

The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

96  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow . 

f it  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 

His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A new  and  noble  song. 

2 Say  to  the  nations — Jesus  reigns, 

God’s  own  almighty  Son  ; 

His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 

And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3 Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 
The  islands  of  the  sea — 

Ye  mountains,  sink — ye  valleys,  rise — 

Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

4 Behold  he  comes — he  comes  to  bless 
The  nations,  as  their  God  ; 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 

And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

Minor . 

p 5 But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear ! 

96  Third  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas . 

f SING  praises  to  our  God, 

And  bless  his  sacred  name : 

His  great  salvation,  all  abroad, 

From  day  to  day  proclaim. 

2 Midst  heathen  nations  place 
The  glories  of  his  throne ; 

And  let  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
Through  all  the  earth  be  known. 

3 The  gods,  the  heathen  boasts, 

Nor  hear — nor  see — nor  move : 

Jehovah  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

Who  spread  the  heavens  above  \ 


170  PSALMS. 

ff  4 Then  let  our  songs  arise, 

In  new  exalted  strains  ; 

Let  earth  repeat  it  to  the  skies, 

The  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

97  First  Part.  L.  M.  Monmouth . 

Rejoicing  in  Christ  as  Sovereign  and  Judge. 
f TTE  reigns  ! — the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns! 
-1-1-  Sing  to  his  name  in  lofty  strains $ 

Let  all  the  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 

And  in  his  praise  exalt  their  voice. 

2 Deep  are  his  counsels,  and  unknown ; 

But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  iris  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

— 3 In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  ! he  comes, 

Shakes  the  wide  earth— and  cleaves  the  tombs  j 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire — 

LenThe  mountains  melt — the  seas  retire, 
pu  4 His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight — and  shun  the  day : 
f »»  Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 

And  sing — for  your  redemption’s  nigh. 

97  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Arnlieim. 

<»  TTIE  Lord  is  come — the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth — the  nations  learn  his  name  : 

An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2 All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 

Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies  : 

Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 

Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3 Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound, 
ff  Zion  shall  still  his  glories  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  king. 

97  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Uxbridge . 

TH’  ALMIGHTY  reigns— exalted  high 
O’er  all  the  earth — o’er  all  the  sky  ; 

Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 

His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 


PFALMS, 


171 


2 Immortal  light— and  joys  unknown, 

Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown  : 

Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

3 Rejoice,  ye  righteous — and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 

None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

97  Fourth  Part.  L.  M.  Timsbury. 

f JEHOVAH  reigns— let  all  the  earth 
In  his  just  government  rejoice  ; 

Let  all  the  isles,  with  sacred  mirth, 

In  his  applause  unite  their  voice. 

97  th  Ps.  Tune . 

mp  2 Darkness,  and  clouds  of  awful  shade, 

— His  dazzling  glory  shroud  in  state  ; 

• • Justice  and  truth  his  guards  are  made, 

And  fixed  by  his  pavilion  wait. 

[Repeat  the  first  stanza. J 

97  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Medford. 
LET  earth,  with  every  isle  and  sea, 

Rejoice — the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2 His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 

And  makes  the  valleys  rise  ; 

The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles — 

The  haughty  sinner  dies. 

f 3 Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 

Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 

>■  Thus  shall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 

— And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

97  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  Lutzen. 

n THE  heavens  his  righteousness  declare, 

And  angels  hail  his  birth  : 

His  gospel  shall  his  glories  bear 
Around  th’  admiring  earth. 

2 Ye  idois,  prostrate  on  the  ground, 

Th’  incarnate  God  adore  : 

His  arm  your  worship  shall  confound, 

And  all  who  trust  your  power. 


172  PSALMS. 

f »»  3 Zion  with  holy  triumph  hears. 
The  church  proclaims  her  joys  ; 
Her  Saviour  for  her  aid  appears, 
And  praise  her  lips  employs. 


98  First  Part.  C.  M.  Colchester 

Glorious  and  joyful  Reign  of  God  the  Saviour . 

f rpO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

A New  honors  be  addressed; 

His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 

And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abraham  first, 

His  truth  fulfils  the  grace  ; 

The  gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 

And  learn  his  righteousness. 

f 3 Let  all  the  earth  his  love  proclaim, 

With  all  her  different  tongues, 

And  spread  the  honor  of  his  name, 

In  melody  and  songs. 


98  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

H JOY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2 Joy  to  the  world — the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 

While  fields  and  floods — rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3 No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4 He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love. 


PSALMS. 


173 


98  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow 

f n TO  God  address  the  joyful  psalm, 

Who  wondrous  things  hath  done; 

Whose  own  right  hand,  and  holy  arm 
The  victory  have  won. 

2 He,  to  the  gentile  nations  round, 

Hath  made  his  mercy  known  ; 

And  to  the  world’s  remotest  bound 
His  justice  shall  be  shown. 

mp  3 The  promised  Saviour  meekly  came, 

And  man’s  full  ransom  paid  ; 

Again  he  comes,  his  own  to  claim, 

In  awful  pomp  arrayed. 

f 4 He  comes  with  power — he  quits  the  skies, 
To  punish  and  reward  ; 

ff  Oh  ! let  one  general  chorus  rise 
To  praise  the  sovereign  Lord. 


98  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's . 

it  SING  to  the  Loid  a new  made  song, 

Who  wondrous  things  has  done; 

With  his  light  hand  and  holy  arm, 

The  conquest  he  has  won. 

2 The  Lord  has  through  th’  astonished  world 
Displayed  his  saving  might, 

And  made  his  righteous  acts  appear 
In  all  the  heathens’  sight. 

3 Of  Israel’s  house  his  love  and  truth 
Have  ever  mindful  been  ; 

And  earth’s  remotest  tribes  the  power 
Of  Israel’s  God  have  seen. 

ff  4 Let  all  the  people  of  the  earth 
Their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 

Let  all,  with  universal  joy, 

Resound  their  Maker’s  praise. 


174  PSALMS. 

98  Fifth  Part.  8s,  7s  & 4s.  Tamworth. 

mf  SONGS  anew  of  honor  framing, 

Sing  ye  to  the  Lord  alone ; 

All  his  wondrous  works  proclaiming — 

Jesus  wondrous  works  hath  done  ! 

f Glorious  victory — 

His  right  hand  and  arm  have  won. 

mf  2 Now  he  bids  his  great  salvation 

Through  the  heathen  lands  be  told: 

Tidings  spread  through  every  nation, 

And  his  acts  of  grace  unfold  : 

All  the  heathen — 

Shall  his  righteousness  behold. 

ff  3 Shout  aloud — and  hail  the  Saviour; 

Jesus,  Lord  of  all  proclaim  ! 

As  ye  triumph  in  his  favor, 

All  ye  lands  declare  his  fame  : 

Loud  rejoicing — 

Shout  the  honors  of  his  name  ! 


99  First  Part.  S.  M.  Southfield . 

The  Majesty  and  Grace  of  Jehovah . 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
p Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  saints  be  humble  there. 

f 2 Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 

Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3 In  Zion  stands  his  throne; 

His  honors  are  divine  ; 

His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

p 4 How  holy  is  his  name! — 

How  fearful  is  his  praise  ! — 

— Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 


PSALMS. 


375 


99  Second  Part.  S.  M.  Dover. 

EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  worship  at.  his  feet; 

His  nature  is  ail  holiness, 

And  mercy  is  his  seaL 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 

When  Moses  cried — when  Samuel  prayed, 

>■  He  gave  his  people  rest. 

— 3 Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abused  his  grace. 

f 4 Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same  ; 

Still  he’s  a God  of  holiness, 

And  jealous  for  his  name. 


100  First  Part.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

All  Nations  exhorted  to  Adoration  and  Praise. 

WITH  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth, 

To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 

Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 

And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 

2 Convinced  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed  ; 

We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 

The  flock  which  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  Oh  enter  then  his  temple  gate  ; 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press; 

And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 

And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  he’s  the  Lord— supremely  good; 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure  ; 

Ilis  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 

To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


176  PSALMS. 

100  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Brewer . 

YE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  king; 

Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 

With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2 The  Lord  is  God — ’tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  : 

We  are  his  work — and  not  our  own. 

The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

f 3 Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair; 

And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

F4  The  Lord  is  good— the  Lord  is  kind ; 

Great  is  his  grace — his  mercy  sure; 

And  all  the  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 


100  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Appleton . 

BEFORE  Jehovah’s  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy : 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 

He  can  create — and  he  destroy. 

p 2 His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay — and  formed  us  men  ; 

And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3 We  are  his  people — we  his  care — 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 

What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  i 

f 4 We’ll  crowd  thy  gates,  with  thankful  songs. 
High,  as  the  heaven,  ou*  voices  raise; 

And  earth,  with  all  her  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5 Wide — as  the  world — is  thy  command  j 
Vast — as  eternity — thy  love  ; 

Firm — as  a rock — thy  truth  shall  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


PSALMS. 


177 


100  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Berwick . 

O ALL  ye  lands,  in  God  rejoice, 

To  him  your  thanks  belong  ; 

In  strains  of  gladness,  raise  your  voice, 

In  loud  and  joyful  song. 

2 Oh,  enter  ye  his  courts  with  praise  ; 

His  love  to  all  proclaim  ; 

To  God  the  song  of  triumph  raise, 

And  magnify  his  name. 

3 For  he  is  gracious,  just,  and  good  j 
His  mercy  ever  sure, 

Through  ages  past  has  ever  stood, 

And  ever  shall  endure. 


100  Fifth  Part.  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 

SING  to  the  Lord  most  high  ; 

Let  every  land  adore  ; 

With  grateful  heart  and  voice  make  known 
His  goodness  and  his  power. 

2 Enter  his  courts  with  joy  ; 

With  fear  address  the  Lord  ; 

’Twas  he,  who  formed  us  with  his  hand, 

And  quickened  by  his  word. 

3 His  hands  provide  our  food, 

And  every  blessing  give  ; 

We’re  guarded  by  his  daily  care, 

And  on  his  bounty  live. 

4 Good  is  the  Lord  our  God  ; 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure  ; 

And  while  eternity  shall  last, 

His  promises  endure. 


105J  First  Part.  L.  M.  Dunstan . 

Compassion  of  God  for  the  Distressed. 

DOWN  from  his  lofty  throne  on  high 

He  looked — the  Lord  the  world  surveyed, 
He  saw  the  race  in  ruin  lie, 

He  pitied— and  his  grace  displayed. 

32 


178 


PSALMS. 


2 He  hears  the  groaning  prisoner’s  voice, 

He  hears  the  suppliant’s  trembling  breath : 

From  bonds  released,  the  slaves  rejoice  ; 

He  frees  the  captives  doomed  to  death  ! 

* 

f 3 Let  Zion  now  his  name  repeat, 

His  church  his  wonders  shall  record, 

Till  kingdoms,  crowding  round  his  seat, 

Own  him  their  Saviour,  and  their  Lord. 

102  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Bath. 

Human  Frailty  and  Divine  Immutability. 

SWIFT  as  declining  shadows  pass, 

Our  days  in  quick  succession  fly  ; 

And,  transient  as  the  withering  grass, 

Amid  our  youthful  hopes  we  die. 

f 2 But  thou,  our  Saviour,  slialt  endure, 

Thy  years  unchanged,  eternal  Lord  ! 

Thy  grace  through  every  age  is  sure, 

And  firm  the  promise  of  thy  word. 

102  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Bath . 

IT  is  the  Lord,  our  Saviour’s  hand 
Impairs  our  strength  amid  the  race  j 
Disease  and  death,  at  his  command, 

Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 

Aff  2 Spare  us,  O Lord,  aloud  we  pray. 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon  : 

Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon  ? 

3 Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrows  shall  assuage, 

mf  * Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  lives  ; 

Thou  art  the  same  through  every  age.* 

4 Before  thy  face,  thy  church  shall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign : 

f This  fading  world  shall  they  survive, 

And  rise  to  glorious  life  again. 


PSALMS.  179 

102  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Grafton. 

WHEN  I pour  out  my  soul  in  prayer, 

Do  thou,  great  God  ! attend  ; 

To  thy  eternal  throne  of  grace  * 

Oh  let  iny  cry  ascend. 

2 Hide  not,  O Lord,  thy  glorious  face, 

In  times  of  deep  distress  ; 

Incline  thine  ear,  and  when  I call, 

My  sorrows  soon  redress. 

3 My  days,  just  hastening  to  their  end, 

Are  like  an  evening  shade  ; 

My  beauty  does,  like  withered  grass, 

With  waning  lustre  fade, 
mf  4 But  thy  eternal  state,  O Lord  ! 

No  length  of  time  shall  waste  ; 

The  memory  of  thy  wondrous  works 
From  age  to  age  shall  last. 

102  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin  s. 

THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same, 

O thou  eternal  God  ! 

Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 

And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2 The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 
Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 

By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made, 
mp  3 Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 
Formed  by  thy  powerful  hand, 

Be,  like  a vesture,  laid  aside, 

And  changed  at  thy  command, 
mf  4 But  thy  perfections  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 

Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 

With  undiminished  rays. 

102  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  Patmos. 

M LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice — 

Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 

And  comes  t’  exalt  his  power. 


180 


PSALMS. 


— 2 Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  his  eyes : 

■<  Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
f And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3 The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there : 

Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 

>•  And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

— 4 He  sits  a sovereign  cn  his  throne, 
p With  pity  in  his  eyes : 

He  hears  the  dying  prisoners’  groan, 

And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

— 5 He  frees  the  soul  condemned  to  death ; 

Nor,  when  his  saints  complain, 
mf  ShaW  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

— 6 This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
f That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 

And  praise,  and  trust  the  Lord. 


102  Seventh  Part.  C.  M.  Wachusett . 

Divine  Aid  implored  in  Times  of  Extremity. 

mp  HEAR  me,  O God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

But  answer,  lest  [ die  : 

Hast  thou  not  built  a thione  of  grace, 

To  hear  when  sinners  cry 

2 As  on  some  lonely  building’s  top, 

The  sparrow  tells  her  moan — 

Far  from  tne  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 

I sit  and  grieve  alone. 

mf  3 But  thou  forever  art  the  same, 

p O my  eternal  God  \ 

mf  Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 

And  spread  thy  w'orks  abroad. 

f H 4 Thou  wilt  arise,  and  show  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  the  appointed  hour  of  grace, 

That  long  expected  day. 


PSALMS. 


181 


— 5 He  hears  his  saints — he  knows  their  cry, 
And  by  mysterious  ways, 

Redeems  the  prisoners,  doomed  to  die, 
f And  dlls  their  tongues  with  praise. 

102  Eighth  Part.  7s.  Norwich. 

HEAR  my  prayer,  Jehovah,  hear! 

Listen  to  my  humble  cries : 

See  the  day  of  trouble  near, 

Heavy  on  my  soul  it  lies. 

2 Hide  not,  then,  thy  gracious  face, 

When  the  storm  around  me  falls  : 

Hear  me,  O thou  God  of  grace, 

In  the  time  thy  servant  calls. 
mf"3  Earth  and  hell  their  censures  pour, 

Madly  rage  against  my  soul : 

When  my  God  appears  no  more, 

Who  their  fury  can  control  ? 

Aff  4 Hide  not,  then,  thy  gracious  face, 

When  the  storm  around  me  falls  : 

Hear  me,  O thou  God  of  grace, 

Hear  me  when  thy  servant  calls. 


103  First  Part.  L.  M.  Uxbridge . 

The  Goodness  and  Mercy  of  God  celebrated. 

»»  T>  LESS,  O my  soul,  the  living  God, 

•O  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2 Bless,  O my  soul,  the  God  of  grace : 

His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise : 

Let  not  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot, 
mp  3 ’Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done: 

He  owns  the  ransom — and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives, 
f 4 Let  every  land  his  power  confess, 

Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace: 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join, 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 


182 


PSALMS, 


103  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Dunstan . 

n HTGH  o’er  the  heavens — supreme — alone, 

Th’  eternal  Lord  prepares  his  throne: 

O’er  all  his  kingdom  he’ll  extend, 

Beyond  a limit  or  an  end. 

2 Bless  ye  the  Lord— his  glories  tell, 

Ye  angels,  who  in  might  excel, 

Who  do  his  will — who  hear  his  voice, 

And  in  his  high  commands  rejoice. 

3 Bless  ye  the  Lord — proclaim  his  state, 

Ye  heavenly  hosts, who  round  him  wait, 

Gtuick  to  perform  his  acts  of  might, 

His  pleasure  your  supreme  delight. 

4 Bless  ye  the  Lord,  his  works  around  ! 
Creation,  with  his  praise  resound  ! 

My  soul,  the  general  chorus  join, 

And  bless  the  Lord  in  songs  divine. 

103  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Rothwell. 

h MY  soul,  inspired  with  sacred  love, 

God’s  hoiy  name  forever  bless  ; 

Of  all  his  favors  mindful  prove, 

And  still  thy  grateful  thanks  express, 
p 2 The  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love, 

And  unexampled  acts  of  grace  ; 

His  wakened  wrath  does  slowly  move, 
mf  His  willing  mercy  flies  apace. 

3 As  far  as  ’tis  from  east  to  west, 

So  far  has  he  our  sins  removed, 

>■  Who,  with  a father’s  tender  breast, 

— Has  such  as  fear  him  always  loved, 
f 4 Let  every  creature  jointly  bless 

The  mighty  Lord  ; — and  thou,  my  heart, 
With  grateful  jov  thy  thanks  express, 

And  in  this  concert  bear  thy  part. 

103  Fourth  Part.  L.  M.  Tallis'  Ev.Hy. 

\f  THE  Lord  ! how  wondrous  are  his  ways ! 

How  firm  his  truth  ! — how  large  his  grace  ! 
lie  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 

And  thence  lie  makes  his  glories  known. 


PSALMS. 


183 


2 Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 

Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3 Not  half  so  far  has  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 

As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

?4  How  slowly  does  his  wrath  arise— 

On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies — 

— Or,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 

How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

f 5 His  everlasting  love  is  sure 

To  all  his  saints — and  shall  endure ; 

From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 

Nor  children’s  children  hope  in  vain. 

103  Fifth  Part.  L.  M.  Duke  Street, 

MY  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise 
To  God  the  voice  of  grateful  praise : 

Let  every  mental  power  combine, 

To  bless  his  attributes  divine. 

2 Deep  on  my  heart  let  memory  trace 
His  acts  of  mercy  and  of  grace  ; 

Who,  with  a father’s  tender  care, 

Saved  me,  when  sinking  in  despair  j — 
mf  3 Gave  my  repentant  soul  to  prove 
The  joy  of  his  forgiving  love  ; 

— Poured  balm  into  my  bleeding  breast, 

>-  And  led  my  weary  feet  to  rest. 

103  Sixth  Part.  S.  M.  Hudson. 

ti  O BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 

Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2 O bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 


184 


PSALMS. 


3 ’Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins — 

’Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain — 

’Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 

■<  And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

— 4 He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 

He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 

Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5 He  fills  the  poor  with  good  j 
lie  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 

And  justice  for  the  oppressed. 

6 His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 
f 7 0 bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 

Whose  favors  are  divine. 

103  Seventh  Part.  S.  M.  Boxer • 

O BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

His  grace  to  thee  proclaim : 

And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 

2 O bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind  j 
Forget  not  all  his  benefits : 

The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind, 
mp  3 He  will  not  always  chide ; 

He  will  with  patience  wait ; 

His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 

And  ready  to  abate. 

4 He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 

— He  healeth  thy  infirmities, 

And  ransoms  thee  from  death, 
f 5 Then  bless  his  holy  name, 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole ; 

Whose  loving  kindness  crowns  thy  days  j 
O bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 


PSALMS.  185 

103  Eighth  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

MY  soul,  repeat  his  piaise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 

So  ready  to  abate. 

2 His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove, 
f 3 High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

103  Ninth  Part.  S.  M.  Bethant/. 

THE  pity  of  the  Lord 
To  those  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel — 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2 He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  with  every  breath } 

His  anger,  like  a rising  wind, 

Can  send  us  swift  to  death, 
p 3 Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower! 

When  blasting  winds  sweep  o’er  the  field, 

It  withers  in  an  hour, 
mf  4 But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children’s  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

103  Tenth  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas 

H THE  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 

Hath  fixed  his  throne  on  high, 

O’er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules, 

And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2 Ye  angels,  great  in  might., 

And  swift  to  do  his  will, 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 


186 


PSALMS. 


3 Ye  heavenly  hosts,  who  wait 
The  orders  of  your  King, 

"Who  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Oh  join  the  praise  we  sing. 

4 And  while  his  wondrous  works 
Through  hi*  vast  kingdom  show 

Their  Maker’s  glory — thou,  my  soul, 
Shalt  sing  his  praises  too. 


104  First  Part.  L.  M.  Bath. 

Praise  to  God  the  Creator. 
f TVTY  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise  ; 

ItJL  When  clothed  in  his  celestial  rays, 

He  in  full  majesty  appears, 

And  like  a robe  his  glory  wears. 

2 How  strange  thy  works  ! how  great  thy  skill, 
While  every  land  thy  riches  fill : 

Thy  wisdom  round  the  world  we  see — 

This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee, 
mp  3 How  awful  are  thy  glorious  ways  ! 

Thou,  Lord,  art  dreadful  in  thy  praise  ; 

Yet  humble  souls  may  seek  thy  face, 
mf  And  tell  their  wants  to  sovereign  grace. 

104  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Nazareth. 

LONG  as  T live,  all-bounteous  Lord  ! 

My  song  thy  glories  shall  record  ; 

Thy  praise,  my  God,  shall  fill  the  strain, 

While  life  or  being  shall  remain, 
mp  2 Sweet  are  the  thoughts  which  fill  my  breast, 
When  on  thy  various  works  they  rest : 
mf  God,  my  Creator,  lifts  my  voice : 

In  God,  my  Saviour,  I rejoice  ! 

- 3 Soon  shall  his  arm  his  foes  dismay, 

And  sweep  the  guilty  race  away  : 

And  while  his  church  his  power  adore, 

>■  The  wicked  sink  to  rise  no  more, 
mf  4 Then,  O my  soul,  Jehovah  bless, 

His  providence  and  grace  confess : 
f Let  all  his  works  their  tribute  raise, 

— And  triumph  in  Jehovah’s  praise. 


PSALMS. 


187 


104  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester . 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  i — what  tongue  can  frame 
An  honor  equal  to  his  name? 

How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways ! 

The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise  ! 

2 The  world’s  foundations  by  his  hand 
Were  laid,  and  shall  forever  stand  ; 

The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 

While  to  his  praise  they  roll  around. 

3 Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  ' 

All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word  ; 

And  clouds,  and  storms,  and  fire  obey 
Thy  wise  and  all-controlling  sway 

4 Thy  glory,  fearless  of  decline, 

Thy  glory,  Lord,  shall  ever  shine: 

Thy  praise  shall  still  our  breath  employ, 

Till  we  shall  rise  to  endless  joy. 


105  First  Part.  C,  M.  Stephens. 

Exhortation  to  Praise. 

it  render  thanks,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

A/  Invoke  his  sacred  name  ; 

Acquaint  the  nations  with  his  deeds, 

His  matchless  deeds  proclaim. 

2 Sing  to  his  praise  in  lofty  hymns, 

His  wondrous  works  rehearse  ; 

Make  them  the  theme  of  your  discourse, 

And  subject  of  your  verse. 

3 Rejoice  in  his  almighty  name, 

Alone  to  be  adored  ; 

And  let  their  hearts  o’erflow  wTith  joy, 

Who  humbly  seek  the  Lord. 

105  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham . 

The  Faithfulness  of  God  celebrated. 

it  JEHOVAH  is  the  Lord  our  God  ! 

Then  let  hi3  church  adore  : 

His  justice  o’er  the  earth  abroad 
Shall  all  his  judgments  pour. 


183 


PSALMS. 


2 Once  his  eternal  oath  he  sware 
To  Abraham  and  his  race  ; 

And  placed  his  laws  and  statutes  there, 

The  types  of  richer  grace. 

3 His  covenant,  in  his  changeless  mind, 
Stands  like  himself  secure  ; 

f His  church,  through  every  age,  shall  find 
His  word  of  promise  sure. 

105  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow, 

k GrVE  thanks  to  God — invoke  his  name, 

And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 

Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2 His  covenant  which  he  kept  in  mind, 

For  numerous  ages  past, 

To  numerous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  shall  last. 

3 He  swore  to  Abraham  and  his  seed, 

And  made  the  blessing  sure : 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 

fit  4 Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

The  church  renounce  her  fear; 

Israel  shall  live  through  every  age, 

And  be  th’  Almighty’s  care. 


106  First  Part.  L.  M.  Danvers, 

God  praised  for  his  Works  of  Goodness  and  Mercy. 
mf  O H render  thanks  to  God  above, 

” The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 

Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 

Has  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

2 Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 

Not  only  vast — but  numberless  ? 

What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ? 
mp  3 Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 

Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford  ; 

When  thou  return ’st  to  set  them  free, 
mf  Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 


PSALMS. 


189 


f 4 Oh  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 

Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Has  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 


106  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Bath. 

mf  o TO  God  the  great,  the  ever  blest, 

Let  songs  of  honor  be  addressed  j 
His  mercy  firm  forever  stands  ; 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

— - 2 Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways? 

Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise? — 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still, 

And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3 Remember  what  tny  mercy  did 
For  Jacob’s  race,  thy  chosen  seed  ; 

And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

mf  4 Oh  may  I see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice: 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Joined  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 


107  First  Part.  L.  M.  Lowell . 

Providential  Goodness  celebrated, 

GTVE  thanks  to  God — he  reigns  above ; 

Kind  are  his  thoughts — his  name  is  love; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2 He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way; 

He  guides  our  footsteps, lest  we  stray  ; 

He  guards  us  with  a powerful  hand, 

And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

f 3 Oh  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 

How  great  his  works!  how  kind  his  ways! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


190  PSALMS. 

107  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield. 

HOW  are  thy  servants  blest ! O Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 

Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 
Supported  by  thy  care, 

Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

■<  3 When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 
f High  on  the  broken  wave, 

They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 

Nor  impotent  to  save. 

p 4 The  storm  is  laid — the  winds  retire, 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 

< The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 

>•  At  thy  command  is  still. 

— 5 In  midst  of  danger,  fear,  and  death, 

Thy  goodness  we’ll  adore  ; 
f We’ll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
p And  humbly  hope  for  more. 


107  Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

d OH  praise  the  Lord — for  he  is  good, 

In  him  we  rest  obtain  ; 

His  mercy  has  through  ages  stood, 

And  ever  shall  remain. 

2 Let  all  the  people  of  the  Lord 
His  praises  spread  around  ; 

Let  them  his  grace  and  love  record, 

Who  have  salvation  found. 

3 Now  let  the  east  in  him  rejoice, 

The  west  its  tribute  bring, 

The  north  and  south  lift  up  their  voice 
In  honor  of  their  King. 

4 Oh  praise  the  Lord — for  he  is  good, 

In  him  we  rest  obtain  : 

His  mercy  has  through  ages  stood, 

And  ever  shall  remain. 


PSALMS, 


191 


107  Fourth  Part.  7s.  Pleyel's  Hymn . 

OH  that  men  their  songs  would  raise, 

Ali  his  goodness  to  declare  ! 

All  Jehovah’s  wonders  praise, 

Wonders  which  their  children  share  ! 

2 Where  his  holy  altars  rise, 

Let  his  saints  adore  his  name  ; 

There  present  their  sacrifice, 

There  with  joy  his  works  proclaim. 


108  First  Part.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

General  Praise  to  Go<L 

MY  heart  is  fixed  on  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  sacred  truth  I’ll  spread  abroad  ; 

My  soul  shall  rest  on  thee  alone, 

And  make  thy  loving-kindness  known. 

2 Awake  my  glory — wake  my  lyre, 

To  songs  of  praise  my  tongue  inspire  ; 

With  morning’s  earliest  dawn  arise, 

And  swell  your  music  to  the  skies. 

3 With  those  who  in  thy  grace  abound, 

I’ll  spread  thy  fame  the  earth  around  ; 

Till  every  land,  with  thankful  voice, 

Shall  in  thy  holy  name  rejoice. 


108  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Berwick. 

O GOD,  my  heart  is  fully  bent 
To  magnify  thy  name  ; 

My  tongue,  with  cheerful  songs  of  praise, 
Shall  celebrate  thy  fame. 

2 To  all  the  listening  tribes,  O Lord, 

Thy  wonders  I will  tell  ; 

And  to  those  nations  sing  thy  praise, 

That  round  about  us  dwell. 

3 Thy  mercy,  in  its  boundless  height. 

The  highest  heaven  transcends; 

And  far  beyond  th’  aspiring  clouds 
Thy  faithful  truth  extends. 


192  PSALMS. 

. 4 Be  thou,  O God,  exalted  high 

Above  the  starry  frame  ; 

And  let  the  world,  with  one  consent, 

Confess  thy  glorious  name. 

108  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Howard's, 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise, 
Awake,  my  harp,  to  sing  ; 

Join,  all  my  powers,  the  song  to  raise, 

And  morning  incense  bring. 

2 Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round, 

Glad  songs  of  praise  will  [ prepare, 

And  there  his  name  resound. 

3 Be  thou  exalted,  O my  God, 

Above  the  starry  frame  ; 

Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 

And  teach  the  world  thy  name. 

4 So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 

While  sinners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 

And  taste  redeeming  love. 


no  First  Part.  L.  M.  Appleton, 

Christ  exalted  as  a King  and  Saviour. 
rjpHUS  God,  the  eternal  Father,  spake 
*-  To  Christ  the  Son — “ Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2 From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 

Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 

Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 

And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3 That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 
When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds  j 

And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 

Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines. ” 
f 4 0 blessed  power  1 O glorious  day ! 

How  large  a victory  shall  ensue  ! 

And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 

Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 


PSALMS. 


193 


110  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Medford . 

JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 

And  near  thy  Father  sit ; 

In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 

And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2 What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do . 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 

The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 

And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3 Jesus,  our  priest,  forever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above  ; 

Jesus,  our  king,  forever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

4 God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain  ; 

Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 

Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 


in  First  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow. 
The  Works  and  Grace  of  God  celebrated. 

ti  ^ ONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  my  almighty  God ; 

He  has  my  heart — and  he  my  tongue, 

To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2 How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 
How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 

And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3 When  he  redeemed  his  chosen  sons. 

He  fixed  his  covenant  sure: 

The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endless  years  endure. 

Ill  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Medford. 

»»  GREAT  is  the  Lord — his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 

Oil  let  th’  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

13 


194 


PSALMS. 


2 Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  ! 

He  gives  his  children  food ; 

And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3 His  son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  seal  his  covenant  sure; 

p Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name, 

— His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

f 4 Great  is  the  Lord — his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 

Oh  let  th’  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 


112  First  Part.  L.  M.  Ralston, 

Blessedness  of  fearing  and  obeying  Ood. 
riVHAT  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe 
1 Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law  ; 

His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renowned, 

And  with  successive  honors  crowned. 

2 The  soul,  that’s  filled  with  virtue’s  light, 

>•  Shines  brightest  in  affliction’s  night ; 

— His  conscience  bears  his  courage  up, 

< He  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  hope. 

— 3 Beset  with  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmoved  shall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 

p The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
>•  Shall  flourish,  when  he  sleeps  in  dust. 

112  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Uxbridge 
» THRICE  happy  man  ! who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands — and  trusts  his  word : 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 

And  blessings  on  his  seed  descend. 

2 Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 

To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined  ; 

He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 

Or  gives  them  not  to  be  repaid. 

3 His  soul,  well  fixed  upon  the  Lord, 

Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word; 

Amid  the  darkness  light  shall  rise. 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  his  eyes. 


PSALMS. 


195 


4 He  hath  dispersed  his  alms  abroad, 

His  works  are  still  before  his  God  : 

His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 

Nor  shall  his  hope  of  heaven  be  vain, 

11&  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Corinth . 

HAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 

And  follows  his  commands; 

Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 

Or  gives  with  liberal  hands, 
p 2 As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 
To  all  the  sons  of  need  ; 

— So  God  shall  answer  his  request 

With  blessings  on  his  seed, 
p 3 In  times  of  danger  and  distress, 

— Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 

>•  And  give  him  peace  divine. 

— 4 His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 

Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 

Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 


113  First  Part.  L.  M.  6l.  St.  Helens . 

Exhortation  to  universal  Praise . 

YE  saints  and  servants  of  the  Lord, 

The  triumphs  of  his  name  record ; 

His  sacred  name  forever  bless : 

Where’er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays, 

Due  praise  to  his  great  name  address.  * 
2 God,  through  the  world,  extends  liis  sway  ! 
The  regions  of  eternal  day 
But  shadows  of  his  glory  are : 

To  him  whose  majesty  excels, 

WTho  made  the  heaven  wherein  he  dwells, 

Let  no  created  power  compare. 

113  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Sloncficld. 

f O ALL  ye  people — shout  and  sing 
Hosannas  to  your  heavenly  King : 

Where  er  the  sun’s  bright  glories  shine, 

Ye  nations,  praise  his  r^me  divine 


196 


PSALMS, 


2  High  on  Ins  everlasting  throne, 

He  reigns  almighty  and  alone  ; 

Yet  we,  on  earth,  with  angels  share 
>•  His  kind  regard — his  tender  care, 
f 3 Rejoice,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Spread  wide  Jehovah’s  name  abroad: 
Oh  praise  our  God — his  power  adore, 
From  age  to  age — from  shore  to  shore. 


116  First  Part.  C.  M.  Barby. 

Thankful  Acknowledgment  of  God's  Goodness, 

Aff  T LOVE  the  Lord — he  heard  my  cries, 

J-  And  pitied  every  groan  : 

Long  as  I live,  when  troubles  rise, 

I’ll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2 I love  the  Lord — he  bowed  his  ear, 

And  chased  my  grief  away : 

Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 

While  I have  breath  to  pray. 

3 The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distressed, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  my  soul,  to  God,  thy  rest, 

For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 


116  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee, 
Aff  WHAT  shall  I render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? — 

My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 

My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2 Among  the  saints,  that  fill  thine  house, 

My  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3 How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 

How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight! 

How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4 How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 

My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 

Lord,  I devote  to  thee. 


PSALMS, 


197 


5 Now  I am  thine — forever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 

Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6 Here,  in  thy  courts,  I leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 

Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I forsake  the  Lord. 


117  First  Part.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred 

Exhortation  to  universal  Praise. 

f T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 

•F  Let  the  Creator’s  praise  arise : 

Let  the  Redeemer’s  name  be  sung, 

Through  every  land — by  every  tongue. 

>■  2 Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
f Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
ff  Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

117  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Tallis'  Chant. 

f O ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 

Each  with  a different  tongue ; 

In  every  language  learn  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

?2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land — 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  : 

Forever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand — 
ff  Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 

117  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Tallis'  Chant. 

f WITH  cheerful  notes,  let  all  the  earth 
To  heaven  thete  voices  raise ; 

Let  all,  inspired  with  godly  mirth, 

Sing  solemn  hymns  of  praise. 

p 2 God’s  tender  mercy  knows  no  bound ; 

-<  His  truth  shall  ne’er  decay  ; 
f Then  let  the  willing  nations  round 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay 


193  PSALMS. 

117  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Colchester . 

f O ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 

His  glorious  acts  proclaim  ; 

The  fulness  of  his  grace  record, 

And  magnify  his  name. 

2 His  love  is  great — his  mercy  sure — 

And  faithful  is  his  word  ; 

His  truth  forever  shall  endure; 

Forever  praise  the  Lord  ! 

117  Fifth  Part.  S.  M.  Clapton . 

f THY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands; 

Great  is  thy  grace — and  sure  thy  word  ; 

Tliy  truth  forever  stands. 

2 Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 

Till  morning  light,  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

117  Sixth  Part.  S.  M.  Southfield . 

f LET  songs  of  endless  praise 
From  every  nation  rise  ; 

Let  all  the  lands  their  tribute  raise, 

To  God,  who  rules  the  skies. 

p 2 His  mercy  and  his  love 

-<  Are  boundless  as  his  name ; 

f And  all  eternity  shall  prove 
His  truth  remains  the  same. 

117  Seventh  Part.  7s.  Lincoln. 

f ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 

All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise  ; 

Heaven  and  earth,  witli  loud  accord, 

Praise  the  Lord — forever  praise. 

2 For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 

Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 

Like  his  own  eternity. 


PSALMS. 


199 


f 3 Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love ; 
Praise  him,  from  the  depths  beneath  j 
Praise  hint  in  the  heights  above  ; 

Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe ! 


118  First  Part.  L.  M.  Rothwell . 

Exaltation  of  the  divine  Saviour. 

* A LL  power  and  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
xY  He  is  my  strength — and  he  my  song: 
lie  comes,  my  Saviour — from  his  throne, 

He  comes  to  bring  salvation  down. 

2 Lo!  rising  from  the  tents  of  men, 

The  voice  of  joy  resounds  again  : 

His  saints  with  him  the  triumph  claim, 

And  shout  salvation  to  his  name. 

3 His  own  right  hand  its  strength  displays, 

In  acts  of  valor  and  of  grace : 

The  cross,  the  tomb,  the  throne,  declare 
How  vast  his  power  and  glory  are. 

4 For  us  he  conquers — though  he  dies  : 

Behold  the  mighty  Saviour  rise  ! 

His  saints  with  him  the  triumph  claim, 

And  shout  salvation  to  his  name. 


118  Second  Part,  C.  M.  Lutzen. 

Christ  the  Author  of  Salvation. 

»»  LO,  what  a glorious  corner  stone 
The  builders  did  refuse  ! 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2 Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  wonder  of  our  eyes  ! 

This  is  the  day,  that  proves  it  thine, 

This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

3 Sinners,  rejoice — and  saints,  be  glad  j 
The  Saviour’s  name  be  blest; 

Let  endless  honors  on  his  head, 

With  joy  aud  glory  rest. 


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PSALMS. 


4 In  God’s  own  name,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  race  : 

Oh  let  the  church  address  her  King, 
With  holy  songs  of  praise. 


118  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Colchester. 

Celebration  of  Christ's  Resurrection. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 

Let  heaven  rejoice — let  earth  be  glad, 

And  praise  surround  his  throne. 

2 To-day  he  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan’s  empire  fell ; 

To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3 Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David’s  holy  Son  ; 

p Help  us,  O Lord — descend  and  bring 

— Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4 Blest  be  the  Lord — who  comes  to  men 
With  messages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father’s  name, 

To  save  our  sinful  race. 

f 5 Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains, 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 

The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 

Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


118  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Arlington . 

Thankful  Acknowledgment  of  divine  Aid. 

u THE  Lord  appears  iny  helper  now, 

Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
Of  what  the  sons  of  earth  can  do, 

Since  he  affords  me  aid. 

mp  2 ’Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  trust  In  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 

Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 

And  on  their  truth  depend. 


PSALMS. 


201 


f 3 ’Tis  through  the  Lord,  my  heart  is  strong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 

While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 

How  cheerful  is  my  voice ! 

>»  4 Joy  to  the  saints,  and  peace  belongs — 

— The  Lord  protects  their  days : 
f Let  Zion  tune  immortal  songs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

118  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

LORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servants  cry, 

And  rescued  from  the  grave  ; 

Now  shall  we  live — for  none  can  die, 

Whom  God  resolves  to  save. 

2 Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  our  daily  breath ; 

> Tliy  hand,  that  hath  chastised  us  sore, 
f Defends  us  still  from  death. 

3 Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  will  worship  there  ; 

To  thine  own  house,  with  joy  we’ll  go, 

Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4 Here,  with  th’  assembly  of  thy  saints, 

Our  cheerful  voice  we  raise ; 

> Here  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints — 
f And  here  we  speak  thy  praise. 

118  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's 

Christ  the  Foundation  of  his  Church. 
u BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone, 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 

And  his  eternal  praise. 

2 Chosen  of  God — to  sinners  dear — 

Let  saints  adore  the  name  ; 

They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 

Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3 The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest 
Reject  it  with  disdain 

Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 


202 


PSALMS. 


4 What,  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise: 

*Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

118  Seventh  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

First  Choir. 

SEE  what  a living  stone 
The  builders  did  refuse; — 

Second  Choir. 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

First  Choir. 

2 The  scribe  and  angry  priest 
Reject  thine  only  Son  * — 

Second  Choir. 

Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 

As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

Congregation. 

f 3 The  work,  O Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  ; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 

This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

First  Choir. 

• 4 This  is  the  glorious  day  . 

That  our  Redeemer  made : — 

Second  Choir. 

Let  us  rejoice — and  sing— and  pray— 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

First  Choir. 

5 Hosanna  to  the  King, 

Of  David’s  royal  blood  : — 

Second  Choir. 

Bless  him,  ye  saints — he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

Congregation. 

f 6 We  bless  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays ; 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

118  Eighth  Part.  8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Praise  to  Christ , the  Author  of  Salvation. 

CROWN  his  head  witli  endless  blessing, 

Who,  in  God  the  Father’s  name, 


PSALMS. 


203 


With  compassion  never  ceasing, 

Comes,  salvation  to  proclaim  ! 

2 Lo ! Jehovah,  we  adore  thee ! — 

Thee,  our  Saviour  ! — thee,  our  God  ! 

From  thy  throne,  let  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

3 Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 

Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own; 

Highest  honors,  never  failing, 

Rise  eternal  round  thy  throne. 

4 Now,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing, 

In  your  grateful  strains  adore  j 

For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore. 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 


119  First  Part.  L.  M.  Windham. 

Departures  from  God  deplored. 

Aff  T17E  all,  O Lord,  have  gone  astray, 

» ▼ And  wandered  from  thy  heavenly  way: 
The  wilds  of  sin  our  feet  have  trod, 

Far  from  the  paths  of  thee  our  God. 

2 Hear  us,  great  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep ! 

Our  wanderings  heal — our  footsteps  keep: 

We  seek  thy  sheltering  fold  again  ; 

Nor  shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain. 

3 Teach  us  to  know  and  love  thy  way; 

And  grant,  to  life’s  remotest  day, 

-<  By  thine  unerring  guidance  led, 
mf  Our  willing  feet  thy  paths  may  tread. 

119  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Medford 

The  Blessedness  of  fearing  and  obeying  God. 
ii  BLEST  are  the  undefiled  in  heart, 

Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean; 

Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  every  sin. 

2 Blest  are  the  men,  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  practise  thy  commands  ; 

With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  thee,  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands 


204 


PSALMS. 


mp  3 Great  is  their  peace,  who  love  thy  law  j 
f How  firm  their  souls  abide  ! 

Nor  can  a bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

4 Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 

When  all  thy  statutes  I obey, 

And  honor  all  thy  name. 

119  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Medfield. 

Communion  with  Ood. 

Aff  TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

My  gracious  God,  T pray  ; 

I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 

And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

?2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace — 

Thy  promise  bears  me  up  ; 

And  while  salvation  long  delays, 

Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 

— 3 When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

I call  thy  works  to  mind  : 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 

And  sweet  acceptance  find. 

119  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

Delight  in  Ood  and  his  Word. 
mf  THOU  art  my  portion,  O my  God  j 
Soon  as  I know  thy  way, 

My  heart  makes  haste  t’  obey  thy  word, 

And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  Thy  precepts  and  thy  heavenly  grace 
T set  before  my  eyes  ; 

Thence  T derive  my  daily  strength, 

And  there  my  comfort  lies, 
mp  4 If  once  I wander  from  thy  path, 

I think  upon  my  ways  ; 

— Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 

>•  And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 


PSALMS. 


205 


5 Now  I am  thine — forever  thine — 

?Gh  save  thy  servant,  Lord  ! 

Thou  art  my  shield — my  hiding  place — 

My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

119  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield 

HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 

To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  ’Tis  like  the  sun — a heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 

And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

3  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  $ 

I  hate  the  sinner’s  road  ; 

I hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 

But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

IIow  pure  is  every  page  ! — 

That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 

And  well  support  our  age. 

119  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  Warwick . 

OH  how  I love  thy  holy  law  ! 

’Tis  daily  my  delight : 

And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 

My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 

To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  Thy  heavenly  words  my  heart  engage, 

And  well  employ  my  tongue, 

And  through  my  weary  pilgrimage, 

Yield  me  a heavenly  song. 

4  When  nature  sinks — and  spirits  droop — 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 

And  there  I write  thy  praise 


206 


PSALMS. 


119  Seventh  Part.  C.  M.  Barhy. 

LOUD,  I have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage ; 

C There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
mf  My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

— 2 I’ll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 

While  through  the  promises  I rove 
With  ever  new  delight. 

3 ’Tis  like  a land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise  ; 

•<  Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
mf  And  hidden  glory  lies. 

— 4 The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 

< Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 

Len  And  our  eternal  rest. 

119  Eighth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin's. 

LORD,  I am  thine — thy  truth  I own, 

Thy  righteous  precepts  love  : 

In  mercy  to  my  soul,  send  down 
Salvation  from  above. 

2 The  wicked  stand  on  every  side, 

And  my  destruction  seek  ; 

But  in  thy  laws  will  1 abide, 

And  of  thy  judgments  speak. 

3 I love  the  company  of  those 
Who  worship  thee  in  fear, 

Obey  thy  word — observe  thy  laws, 

And  hold  thy  precepts  dear, 
raf  4 At  morn — at  noon — at  night,  I’ll  praise, 

O Lord,  thy  sacred  name  ; 
f With  joy  my  thankful  voice  I’ll  raise, 

Thy  goodness  to  proclaim. 

119  Ninth  Part.  C.  M.  Iloicard's. 
OH  that  thy  statutes  every  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 

Thence  I derive  a quickening  power, 

>■  And  daily  peace  I find. 


PSALMS. 


207 


inp  2 To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 

-<  My  soul  shall  ne’er  forget  thy  word, 
mf  Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

— 3 How  would  I run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan’s  hateful  chains, 

And  set  my  feet  at  large ! 
f 4 My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 
Thy  statutes  and  thy  name , 
ff  I’ll  speak  thy  word,  though  kings  shall  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 


119  Tenth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Austins. 

AfF  BEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 

Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 

Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

2 Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 

And  promised  quickening  grace? 

Doth  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne? 

>■  And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

— 3 Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail  j 
Oh  ! bear  thy  servant  up ; 

Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail, 

Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

4 Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear : 
mf  Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 

And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 


119  Eleventh  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield. 

AfF  OH  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 

Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2 Oh  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Nor  act  the  liar’s  part. 


208 


PSALMS, 


3 From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 

Nor  covetous  desire  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4 Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 

But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

p 5 My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray — 

My  feet  too  often  slip: 

— Yet  since  I keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6 Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands — 
mf  ’Tis  a delightful  road  ; 

Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 


119  Twelfth  Part.  C.  M.  Dedham . 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I’ve  sought  thy  face ; 
Oh  let  me  never  stray 

From  thy  commands,  O God  of  grace  j 
Nor  tread  the  sinner’s  way. 

2 Thy  word  I’ve  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 

And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  every  rising  sin. 

3 I’m  a companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 

My  sorrows  rise — my  nature  faints, 

When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

4 My  heart  with  sacred  reverence  hears 
The  threatenings  of  thy  word  ; 

My  flesh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

5 My  God,  I long — I hope — I wait 
For  thy  salvation  still ; 

Thy  holy  law  is  my  delight, 

And  I obey  thy  will. 


PSALMS. 


209 


119  Thirteenth  Part.  C.  M.  Medfield . 

CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  thy  deliverance  send  ; 

My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints  ; 

When  will  my  troubles  end? 

2 Yet  I have  found  ’tis  good  for  me 
To  bear  my  Father’s  rod  ; 

Affliction  made  me  learn  thy  law, 

And  live  upon  my  God. 

3 Had  not.  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

My  soul,  oppressed  with  sorrow’s  weight, 

Had  sunk  among  the  dead. 

4 Before  I knew  thy  chastening  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray  ; 

mf  But  now  I learn  to  keep  thy  word, 

Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 


119  Fourteenth  Part.  C.  M.  Litchfield. 

AfF  MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust; 

Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 

From  vain  desires,  and  every  lust 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2 I need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  speed  me  in  thy  way. 

Lest  I should  loiter  in  my  race, 

Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3 Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 

And  thou  a faithful  God  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

4 Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 

And  yet,  how  slow  my  spirits  move 
Without  enlivening  grace ! 

f 5 Then  shall  I love  thy  gospel  more, 

And  ne’er  forget  thy  word, 

When  I have  felt  its  quickening  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

14 


210  PSALMS. 

119  Fifteenth  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin  s. 

THY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O Lord  ; 

How  good  thy  works  appear ! 

Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 

And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

2 Since  I’m  a stranger  here  below 
Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 

But  mark  tne  road  my  feet  should  go, 

And  be  my  constant  guide. 

3 When  I confessed  my  wandering  ways, 
Thou  heard’st  my  soul  complain  ; 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 

Or  I shall  stray  again. 

4 If  God  to  me  his  statutes  show, 

And  heavenly  truth  impart, 

His  work  forever  I’ll  pursue, 

His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 

119  Sixteenth  Part.  C.  M.  London . 

mf  MY  hiding-place,  my  refuge-tower, 

And  shield  art  thou — O Lord  ! 

f I firmly  anchor  all  my  hopes 
On  thy  unerring  word. 

• - 2 According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

From  danger  set  me  free  ; 

Nor  make  me  of  those  hopes  ashamed, 

That  I repose  on  thee. 

3 On  me,  devoted  to  thy  fear, 

Lord,  make  thy  face  to  shine  ; 

Thy  statutes  both  to  know  and  keep 
My  heart  with  zeal  incline. 

mf  4 My  hiding-place,  my  refuge-tower, 

And  shield  art  thou — O Lord  ! 

f I firmly  anchor  all  my  hopes 
On  thy  unerring  word. 

119  Seventeenth  Part.  S.  M.  Dover . 

WITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

My  God,  to  thee  I pray : 

Oh  ! bring  me  now,  while  I am  young, 

1*3  thee,  the  living  way. 


PSALMS. 


211 


2 Make  an  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

3 My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  power  divine  ; 

Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

4 Oh  ! let  thy  word  of  grace 
My  warmest  thoughts  employ ; 

Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

5 To  what  thy  laws  impart 
Be  my  whole  soul  inclined  ; 

Come,  Saviour,  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 


l&l  First  Part.  L.  M.  Ralston • 

God's  guardian  Care  of  his  People. 
f TTE  lives — the  everlasting  God,  [flood  ; 
JnL  Who  built  the  world — who  spread  the 
The  heavens,  with  ail  their  host,  he  made, 

>■  And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead, 
mf  2 He  guides  our  feet — he  guards  our  way  j 
His  morning  smiles  adorn  the  day  ; 

He  spreads  the  evening  vail — and  keeps 
>■  The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps, 
mf  3 Israel — a name  divinely  blest, 

May  rise  secure — securely  rest : 

Thv  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber,  nor  surprise, 
f 4 Long  as  I live,  I’ll  trust  his  power; 

Len  Then  in  my  last,  departing  hour, 
mf  Amrels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
mp  Shall  bear  me  homeward  to  my  God. 

121  Second  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin's. 

TO  heaven  I lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 

The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  skies, 

Is  my  perpetual  aid. 


212 


PSALMS. 


2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 
Whom  he  designs  to  keep  ; 

His  ear  attends  their  humble  call, 

His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

f 3 Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4 He  guards  thy  soul — he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 

Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 

Till  God  shall  call  thee  home. 


l&l  Third  Part.  H.  M.  Daricell’s. 

» TO  God  I lift  mine  eyes, 

From  him  is  all  my  aid  ; 

The  God  that  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  tower  I His  grace  is  nigh 
To  which  I fly : j In  every  hour. 

2 My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Those  wakeful  eyes,  I Shall  Israel  keep 
That  never  sleep,  | Wlien  dangers  rise. 

3 No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 

Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  sun,  I To  guard  my  head 
And  thou  my  shade,  j By  night  or  noon. 

4 Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death? 

And  I can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 

I’ll  go  and  come,  I Till  from  on  high 

Nor  fear  to  die,  | Thou  call  me  home. 


PSALMS.  213 

122  First  Part.  C.  M.  Howard's . 

Delight  in  the  Sabbath  and  Temple  of  God • 
mf  TJOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
O My  friends  devoutly  say, 

* In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

* And  keep  the  solemn  day  !* 

2 I love  her  gates— I love  the  road ; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 

Stands  like  a palace  built  for  God, 

>.  To  show  his  milder  face. 

— 3 Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair : 

The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 

And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4 He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints, 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 

We  tremble  and  rejoice, 
p 5 Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

— And  joy  a constant  guest ; 

With  holy  gifts,  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6 My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life,  or  breath  remains  ; 
f Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 

Here  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 


122  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Warwick . 

WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  da)', 

Which  God  has  called  his  own  ; 

With  joy  the  summons  we  obey, 

To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2 Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair! 

Where  willing  votaries  throng 
mp  To  breathe  the  humble  fervent  prayer — 
f And  pour  the  choral  song. 

— 3 Spirit  of  grace ! oh  deign  to  dwell 
Within  thy  church  below  ; 

Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 

With  pure  devotion  glow. 


214 


PSALMS, 


4 Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found — 
— Let  all  her  sons  unite, 

To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around, 

< Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5 Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 
Which  thou  hast  called  thine  own  ; 

mf  With  joy  the  summons  we  obey, 

To  worship  at  thy  throne. 


122  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Mear . 

OH  ’twas  a joyful  sound  to  hear 
Our  tribes  devoutly  say, 

‘ Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 

And  keep  your  festal  day  !’ 

2 At  Salem’s  courts  we  must  appear, 

With  our  assembled  powers, 

In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged, 

Like  her  united  towers. 

mp  3 Oh  pray  we  then  for  Salem’s  peace — 

— For  they  shall  prosperous  be, 

Thou  holy  city  of  our  God, 

Who  bear  true  love  to  thee, 
mp  4 May  peace  within  thy  sacred  walls 
A constant  guest  be  found  $ 

— With  plenty  and  prosperity 

f Thy  palaces  be  crowned. 


IQQ  Fourth  Part.  C.  P.  M.  Kew . 

THE  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 

That  calls  me  to  thy  sacred  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore  : 

My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 

With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend. 

And  tread  the  hallowed  floor. 

2 With  holy  joy  I hail  the  day, 

That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away; 

What  transports  fill  my  breast ! 

For,  lo  ! my  great  Redeemer’s  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest ! 


PSALMS. 


215 


3 Hither,  from  earth’s  remotest  end, 

Lo  ! the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring  ; 
f Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy, 

In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  th’  immortal  King. 

122  Fifth  Part.  S.  P.  M.  Bethel. 

i  • HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 

To  hear  the  people  cry, 

* Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day!’ 

Yes,  with  a cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion’s  hill, 

And  there  our  vow's  and  honors  pay. 

2 Zion — thrice  happy  place — 

Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round : 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel’s  joyful  sound. 

3 Here  David’s  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here : 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinners  sad, 

And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear, 
p 4 May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

— To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 

The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5 My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
p ‘ Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !’ 

— For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell: 

And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 

My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 


123  7s.  Turin. 

Humble  Waiting  on  God  for  Spiritual  Strength. 
p T ORD,  before  thy  throne  we  bend  j 
-L*  Now  to  thee  our  eyes  ascend : 


216 


PSALMS. 


Servants  to  our  Master  true, 
mf  Lo  ! we  yield  thee  homage  due  : — 
p Children,  to  thy  throne  we  fly, 

<>  Abba,  Father,  hear  our  cry  ! 

p 2 Low  before  thee,  Lord,  we  bow, 
x;  We  are  weak — but  mighty  thou : 
p Sore  distressed,  yet  suppliant  still, 
— Here  we  wait  thy  holy  will : 

Bound  to  earth,  and  rooted  here, 
Till  our  Saviour  God  appear. 

3 Leave  us  not  beneath  the  power 
Of  temptation’s  darkest  hour : 
mf  Swift  to  read  their  captives’  doom, 
See  our  foes  exulting  come  ! — 
p Jesus,  Saviour,  yet  be  nigh, 
f Lord  of  life  and  victory  ! 


125  First  Part.  C.  M.  Colchester. 

Safety  of  trusting  in  Ood. 

mf  TTNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill, 

U And  firm  as  mountains  stand  ; 

Firm  as  a rock — the  soul  shall  rest, 

That  trusts  th’  almighty  hand. 

2 Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  well 
Fair  Salem’s  happy  ground, 

As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 

That  every  saint  surround. 

dol  3 Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on  ; 

mf  Oh  may  we  reach  the  blest  abode, 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone. 

125  Second  Part.  S.  M.  Watchman . 

f FIRM  and  unmoved  are  they, 

Who  rest  their  souls  on  God  ; 

Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt. 

Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2 As  mountains  stood  to  guard 
The  city’s  sacred  ground, 

So  God,  and  his  almighty  love, 

Embrace  his  saints  around* 


PSALMS, 


217 


do!  3 Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those, 

Whose  faith  and  holy  fear, 
mf  Whose  hope,  and  love,  and  every  grace. 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 


126  C.  M.  Litchfield. 

WHEN  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 

My  rapture  seemed  a pleasing  dream, 

The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2 The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess; 
f My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 

And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3 Great  is  the  work  ! — my  neighbors  cried, 
And  owned  thy  power  divine  ; 

Great  is  the  work  ! — my  heart  replied, 

And  be  the  glory  thine. 

— 4 The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

mp  5 Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 

— They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
f And  shout  the  blessings  home. 


127  First  Part.  L.  M.  ZJxlridge. 

The  divine  Blessing  necessary  to  Success. 
it  TF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 

1 And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 

2 What  though  we  rise  before  the  sun, 

And  work,  and  toil,  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  our  bread, 

To  shun  that  poverty  we  dread  ; — 

3 ’Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blest; 

He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest ; 

On  God,  our  sovereign,  still  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 


218 


PSALMS, 


4 Happy  the  man,  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
Bestowed  by  his  paternal  love  ! 


127  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham. 

»t  IF  God  to  build  the  house  deny, 

The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 

And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 

An  useless  watch  maintain. 

2 Before  the  morning  beams  arise, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 

And  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies, 

Your  tiresome  toil  pursue  ; — 

3 Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your  fare, 

In  vain,  till  God  has  blest : 

But  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 

You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4 Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  blessings  prove. 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 

If  sent  without  his  love. 

127  Third  Part.  8s&7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

VAINLY  through  night’s  weary  hours, 

Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm  ; 

Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers, 

But  for  God’s  protecting  arm. 

2 Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless  ; 

Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 

Every  talent  we  possess. 

3 Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 

That  on  human  strength  relies ; 

But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 

Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4 Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord’s  Anointed, 

He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest; 

Ne’er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 


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128  C.  M.  Ormond 

Blessedness  of  obeying  and  serving  Ood. 

Oil  happy  man,  whose  soul  is  filled 
With  zeal  and  reverend  awe ! 

His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 

His  life  adorns  thy  law. 

2  A careful  providence  shall  stand, 

And  ever  guard  his  head  ; 

Shall  on  the  labors  of  his  hand 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  The  Lord  shall  his  best  hopes  fulfil, 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 

The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion’s  hill, 

Shall  send  the  blessings  home. 

4  This  is  the  man,  whose  happy  eyes 
Shall  see  his  house  increase  ; 

Shall  see  the  mourning  church  arise, 

Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 


130  First  Part.  L.  M.  Tallis'  Ev.  Hymn. 

Mercy  and  Pardon  penitently  implored. 

FROM  deep  distress,  and  troubled  thoughts, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I raised  my  cry : 

If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 

Oh  ! who  could  stand  before  thine  eye  ? 

2 But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 

That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 

And  hope,  and  love — as  well  as  fear. 

mf  3 My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I trust  thy  word  in  vain : 

— Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

mf  4 Great  is  his  love — and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son: 

He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 

And  paidons  what  our  hands  have  done. 


220 


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130  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Barby . 

Afl  OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 

The  borders  of  despair, 

1 sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 

My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2 Great  God  ! should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 

Be  strict  to  mark  iniquity, 

No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

jjf  3 But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 

To  draw  it3  near  to  thee. 

mp  4 1 wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; — 
aif  With  strong  desires  1 wait ; 

— My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

f 5 In  God  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 
mp  O sinners,  seek  his  face  ; 

— The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just, 

And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 


130  ThirdPart.  S.  M.  Little  Marlb'r o’ 

Aff  FROM  lowest  depths  of  wo, 

To  God  I send  my  cry  ; 

Lord,  hear  my  supplicating  voice, 

And  graciously  reply  ! 

2 Shouldst  thou  severely  judge, 

Who  can  the  trial  bear  ? 

Forgive,  O Lord,  lest  we  despond, 

And  quite  renounce  thy  fear. 

3 My  soul  with  patience  waits 
For  thee,  the  living  Lord  ; 

My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built, 

Thy  never-failing  word. 

4 My  longing  eyes  look  out 
For  thine  enlivening  ray, 

More  duly  than  the  morning  watch 
To  hail  the  dawning  day. 


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f 5 Let  Israel  trust  in  God, 

No  bounds  his  mercy  knows; 

The  plenteous  source  and  spring  from  whence 
Eternal  succor  flows. 


131  First  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee 

Resignation  and  Contentment. 

IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? — 

Search,  gracious  God, and  see; 

Or,  do  [ act  a haughty  part? — 
p Lord,  I appeal  to  thee. 

— 2 Whate’er  thine  all  discerning  eye 
Sees  for  thy  creature  fit. 

I’ll  bless  the  good — and  to  the  ill 
>■  Contentedly  submit. 

«<  3 Lei  not  despair  nor  fell  revenge 
>•  Be  to  my  bosom  known  ; 

Aff  Oh  give  me  tears  for  others’  wo 
>•  And  patience  for  my  own. 

— 4 Feed  me,  O Lord,  with  needful  food : 

I  ask  not  wealth,  or  fame  ; 

But  give  me  eyes  to  view  thy  works, 
f A heart  to  praise  thy  name. 

— 5 Oh  may  my  days  obscurely  pass, 

Without  remorse  or  care ; 

And  let  me  for  my  parting  hour 
From  day  to  day  prepare. 

131  Second  Part.  8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn 
LET  thy  grace,  Lord,  make  me  lowly  j 
Humble  all  my  swelling  pride  : 

Fallen,  guilty,  and  unholy, 

Greatness  from  my  eyes  T’ll  hide : 

2  I’ll  forbid  my  vain  aspiring, 

Nor  at  earthly  honors  aim  ; 

No  ambitious  heights  desiring, 

Far  above  my  humble  claim. 

3  Weaned  from  earth’s  vexatious  pleasures 
In  thy  love  I’ll  seek  for  mine; 

Placed  in  heaven  my  nobler  treasures, 

Earth  1 quietly  resign. 


222  PSALMS. 

mf  4 Israel,  thus  the  world  despising, 
On  the  Lord  alone  rely  ; 

Then,  from  him  thy  joys  arising, 
Like  himself  shall  never  die. 


13a  First  Part.  L.  M.  Dunstan. 

The  Church  the  Dwelling-Place  of  God. 

n 'V17HERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 
i ▼ A habitation  for  our  God  ? 

A dwelling  for  the  eternal  mind, 

Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood  ? 

2 The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest; 

And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still ; 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3 Here  will  he  meet  the  hungry  poor. 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread; 

Sinners,  that  wait  before  his  door, 

With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 

4 Here  will  I fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  forever — saith  the  Lord : 

Here  shall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 

And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

132  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Marlow . 

mf  ARISE  ! O King  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 

Lo!  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2 Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  spirit  and  thy  word  ; 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 

Could  no  such  grace  afford, 
mp  J Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

— Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread, 
mf  4 Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God’s  Anointed  shine  ; 

Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 

With  love  and  power  divine. 


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f 5 Here  let  him  hold  a lasting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 

Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 


133  First  Part.  C.  M.  Bowdoin. 

Excellence  of  Christian  Unanimity  and  Love. 

SPIRIT  of  peace  ! celestial  Dove  ! 

How  excellent  thy  praise  ! 

No  richer  gift  than  Christian  love 
Thy  gracious  power  displays. 

dol  2 Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower. 

That  silently  distils, 

At  evening’s  soft  and  balmy  hour, 

On  Zion’s  fruitful  hills  : — 

3 So,  with  mild  influence  from  above, 

Shall  promised  grace  descend, 

< Till  universal  peace  and  love 
mf  O’er  all  the  earth  extend. 

133  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Arlington. 

LO  ! what  an  entertaining  sight 
Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 

Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite, 

Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

2 Where  streams  of  bliss  from  Christ  the  spring 
Descend  to  every  soul ; 

And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 

Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3 ’Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion’s  hill, 

Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 

And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

133  Third  Part.  S.  M.  Haverhill. 

dol  BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  j 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 


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2 Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  songs  of  praise — their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3 From  those  celestial  springs 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  flow, 

As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 

Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

4 Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 
The  saints  are  blest  above  ; 

mf  Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 

>-  And  all  the  air  is  love. 

133  Fourth  Part.  S.  P.  M.  Dalston . 

HOW  pleasant  ’tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move  j 
And  each  fulfil  his  part, 

With  sympathizing  heart, 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 

2 Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 

That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills  j 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul, 

Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distils. 

[Repeat  the  first  stanza.] 


134  S.  M.  St.  Thomas . 

Praise  to  Qodfor  his  Works . 

BEHOLD  his  wondrous  grace ! 

And  bless  Jehovah’s  name : 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord,  his  praise 
By  day  and  night  proclaim. 

2 He  formed  the  earth  below, 

He  formed  the  heavens  his  throne: 

His  grace  from  Zion  he’ll  bestow, 

And  pour  his  blessings  down. 

3 Ye,  who  his  courts  attend, 

There  lift  your  hands  on  high: 

And  let  your  songs  of  praise  ascend, 

In  strains  of  sacred  joy. 


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135  First  Part.  L.  M.  Sharon . 

Exhortation  to  praise  God. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord — exalt  his  name, 

While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 

Ye  saints,  that  to  his  house  belong, 

Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2 Praise  ye  the  Lord — the  Lord  is  good — 

To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ : 

Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

135  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Corinth 

AWAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 

Your  sweetest  passions  raise  ; 

Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise, 
mf  2 Great,  is  the  Lord— and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  ; 

— But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 

His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3 Heaven,  earth,  and  sea  confess  his  hand , 

He  bids  the  vapors  rise  ! 

■<  Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
f Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

— 4 All  power  that  gods  or  kings  have  claimed, 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 

But  heathen  gods  shall  ne’er  be  named, 

WThere  our  Jehovah’s  known. 

5 Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  holy  fear ; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 

And  claims  your  honors  there. 

135  Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Martin's 

OH  praise  the  Lord  with  one  consent, 

And  magnify  his  name  ; 

Let  all  the  servants  of  the  Lord 
His  worthy  praise  proclaim. 

2 For  this  our  truest  interest  is, 

Glad  hymns  of  praise  to  sing  j 


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And  with  loud  songs  to  bless  his  name, 

A most  delightful  thing. 

3 That  God  is  great,  we  often  have 
By  glad  experience  found  ; 

And  seen  how  he,  with  wondrous  power, 
Above  all  gods  is  crowned. 

f 4 Oh  praise  the  Lord  with  one  consent, 
And  magnify  his  name  ; 

Let  all  the  servants  of  the  Lord 
His  worthy  praise  proclaim. 


136  First  Part.  L.  M.  Brewer . 

Divine  Goodness  and  Compassion  celebrated. 
Semi-chorus. 

GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; 

Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 

Chorus. 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

Semi-chorus. 

2 He  built  the  earth — he  spread  the  sky, 

And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high : 

Chorus. 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 
Semi-chorus. 

3 He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave: 

Chorus. 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

Semi-chorus. 

4 Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown  ; 

The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown : 

Chorus. 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

136  Second  Part.  C.M.  Judea.  Westford 

Solo. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord, 
Chorus. 

His  mercies  still  endure : 


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Solo. 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  adored  ; 

Chorus. 

His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

Solo. 

2 What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done  1 

Chorus. 

How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

Solo. 

Heaven,  earth,  and  sea  he  framed  alone  ; 

Chorus. 

How  wide  is  his  command  ! 

Solo. 

p 3 He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin  : 

Chorus. 

He  felt  his  pity  move : 

Solo. 

How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in ! 

Chorus. 

How  boundless  was  his  love ! 

Solo. 

— 4 He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  wo  j 

Chorus. 

His  goodness  never  fails ; 

Solo. 

From  death  and  hell,  and  every  foe  $ 

Chorus. 

And  still  his  grace  prevails. 

Chorus. 

f 5 Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  King; 

His  mercies  still  endure: 

Let  all  the  earth  his  praises  sing; 

His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

136  Third  Part.  7s.  Adullum . 

Solo  or  Semi-chorus. 

LET  us,  with  a joyful  mind, 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind  j 
Chorus. 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo  or  Semi-chorus. 

2 He,  with  all-comn landing  might, 

Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light: 

Chorus. 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


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Solo  or  Semi-chorus. 

3 All  things  living  he  doth  feed : 

His  full  hand  supplies  their  need  : 

Chorus. 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo  or  Semi-chorns. 

4 He  his  chosen  race  did  bless, 

In  the  wasteful  wilderness  : 

Chorus. 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Solo  or  Semi-chorus. 

5 He  hath,  with  a piteous  eye, 

Looked  upon  our  misery  : 

Chorus. 

P'or  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Chorus. 

ff  6 Let  us  then,  with  joyful  mind, 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind: 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure.. 

' 13S  Fourth  Part.  H.  M.  Harwich . 

Semi-chorus. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 

The  universal  Lord  ; 

The  sovereign  King  of  kings: 

And  be  his  grace  adored. 

Chorus. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  1 And  ever  sure 
Shall  still  endure,  | Abides  thy  word. 
Semi-chorus. 

2 How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done! 

He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 

And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 

Chorus. 

His  power  and  grace  I And  let  his  name 
Are  still  the  same  ; | Have  endless  praise 

Semi-chorus. 

3 He  saw  the  nations  lie, 

All  perishing  in  sin, 

And  pitied  the  sad  state 
The  ruined  world  was  in. 


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229 


Chorus. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  I And  ever  sure 
Shall  still  endure  ; | Abides  thy  word. 

Semi-chorus. 

4 He  sent  his  only  Son 
To  save  us  from  our  wo, 

From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  foe. 

Chorus. 

His  power  and  grace  I And  let  his  name 
Are  still  the  same,  | Have  endless  praise. 

Chorus. 

5 Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heavenly  King; 

And  let  the  spacious  earth, 

His  works  and  glories  sing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  I And  ever  sure 
Shall  still  endure ; | Abides  thy  word. 


137  First  Part.  10s.  Savannah 

Lamenting  the  Desolations  of  Zion. 

ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel’s  current  flows, 

Our  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence  strayed, 
While  Zioirs  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 

Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2 The  tuneless  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  strung, 
mf  Whet,  praise  employed  and  mirth  inspired  the  lay, 

Lin  mount  ful  silence — on  the  willows  hung, 

n And  growing  grief  prolonged  the  tedious  day. 
ml  3 Our  hard  oppressors,  to  increase  our  wo, 

With  taunting  smiles  a song  of  Zion  claim; 

Bill  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow, 

While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehovah’s  name, 
mp  4 But  how,  in  heathen  chains,  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Israel’s  suns  a song  of  Zion  raise  ?— 

O hapless  Salem,  God’s  terrestrial  throne, 

Thou  land  of  glory — sacred  mount  of  praise  - 
5 If  e’er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 

Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame  : 

My  hand  shall  perish>and  my  voice  shall  cease. 

137  Skcond  Part.  L.  M.  Sunderland . 

WHEN  we.  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest, 

Sat  down  bv  proud  Euphrates’  stream, 

We  wept— with  doleful  thoughts  oppressed, 
And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 


230 


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2 Our  harps,  that,  when  with  joy  we  sung, 
Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 

With  silent  strings,  neglected  hung, 

On  willow  trees  that  withered  there. 

3 How  shall  we  tune  our  voice  to  sing, 

Or  touch  our  harps  with  skilful  hands? 

Shall  hymns  of  joy,  to  God  our  King, 

Be  sung  by  slaves  in  foreign  lands  ? 

4 O Salem,  our  once  happy  seat 1 
When  1 of  thee  forgetful  prove, 

Let  then  mv  trembling  hand  forget 
The  tuneful  strings  with  art  to  move. 

mf  5 If  I to  mention  thee  forbear, 

Eternal  silence  seize  my  tongue  ; 

>.  Or  if  I sing  one  cheerful  air, 
f Till  thy  deliverance  is  my  song. 


137  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Danvers . 

WHY,  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 

Israel ! still  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string? — 

Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue, 

And  Zion’s  song  denies  to  sing? 

2 Awake  ! — thy  sweetest  raptures  raise  ; 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains: 

< Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways; 
f Jesus,  thine  own  Messiah,  reigns  1 

— 3 No  taunting  foes  the  song  require : 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain  : 

But  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 

And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

4 Nor  fear  thy  Salem’s  hills  to  wrong, 

If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share  : 

■<  A heavenly  city  claims  thy  song; 
f A brighter  Salem  ris^s  there. 

— 5 By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam  ; 

Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan’s  flood  : 

< In  every  clime  behold  a home, 
f In  every  temole  see  thy  God. 


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137  Fourth  Part.  S.  M.  Pentonville . 

1 LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2 I love  thy  church,  O God  1 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  thy  hand, 
p 3 For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  : 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given. 

Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

— 4 Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I prize  her  heavenly  ways, 

Her  sweet  communion — solemn  vows, 
f Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

— 5 Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
f Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe, 

Shall  great  deliverance  bring, 
n 6 Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

— To  Zion  shall  be  given 

f The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


138  L.  M.  Brewer . 

Praise  for  divine  Protection. 
f m TT/TTH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 

* * I’ll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song; 

Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I raise, 

Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise, 
p 2 To  God  I cried,  when  troubles  rose; 

He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes; 

He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 
mf  And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

— 3 Amid  a thousand  snares  I stand, 

Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 

Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 

And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive, 
f 4 I’ll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord; 

I’ll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word ; 


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PSALMS. 


Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 


139  First  Part.  L.  M.  Lynn. 

Omniscience  and  Omnipresence  of  Ood. 
p T ORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thro’, 
J-i  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2 My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 

Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  • 

Pie  knows  the  words  I mean  to  speak, 

Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3 Within  thy  circling  power  I stand, 

On  every  side  I find  thy  hand  : 

mf  Awake — asleep — at  home — abroad, 

1  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

?4  Amazing  knowledge  ! — vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent ! — what  lofty  height ! 

My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I boast, 

Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

Aff  5 Oh  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where’er  T rove — where’er  1 rest  j 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Len  Consent  to  sin — for  God  is  there. 

139  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Bath. 

THOU,  Lord,  by  strictest  search  hast  known 
My  rising  up  and  lying  down  ; 

My  secret  thoughts  are  known  to  thee, 

Known  long  before  conceived  by  me. 

2  Could  I so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 

To  leave  thy  service,  and  thy  love — 

Where,  T^ord,  could  1 thy  presence  shun, 

Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

3  If  up  to  heaven  1 take  my  flight, 

*Tis  there  thou  dwell’st, enthroned  in  light; 

Or  sink  to  hell’s  infernal  plains, 

’Tis  there  almighty  vengeance  reigns. 

4  Or  should  1 try  to  shun  thy  sight, 

Beneath  the  sable  wings  of  night ; 


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233 


One  glance  from  thee — one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  daikness  into  day. 

5 The  vail  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes : 
Through  midnight  shades  thou  find’st  thy  way, 
As  in  the  blazing  noon  of  day. 

AfF  6 Search,  O my  God  ! my  thoughts  and  heart, 
If  mischief  lurks  in  any  part; 

Correct  me,  where  I go  astray, 

And  guide  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

139  Third  Part.  L.  M.  Bath 

Ood  our  Creator  and  Preserver. 

’TWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I came, 

A work  of  such  a curious  frame : 

In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  shine, 

And  each  proclaims  thy  skill  divine. 

2 Great  God,  my  feeble  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  surmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

3 These  on  my  heart  are  still  impressed ; 

With  these  I give  mine  eyes  to  rest; 

And  at  my  waking  hour  I find 

God  and  his  love  possess  my  mind. 

139  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

Omniscience  and  Omnipresence  of  Ood. 

AfF  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2 Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest. 

My  public  walks — my  private  ways, 

And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3 My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they’re  formed  within  ; 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 

He  knows  the  sense  I mean. 


PSALMS, 


234 


mf  4 Oh  ! wondrous  knowledge — deep  and  high  ! 

> Where  can  a creature  hide? — 

— Within  thy  circling  arms  1 lie, 

Inclosed  on  every  side. 

mf  5 So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  iny  soul  from  every  ill, 

•Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

139  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Spencer . 

LORD,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ? — 

In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire — 

In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

2 Should  I suppress  my  vital  breath, 

To  ’scape  the  wrath  divine  ; 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 

And  make  the  grave  resign. 

3 If,  winged  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I fly  beyond  the  west ; 

Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

4 If  o’er  my  sins  l think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night ; 

The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law, 

Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

5 The  beams  of  noon — the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 

Aff  Oh  may  I ne’er  provoke  that  power, 

From  which  I cannot  flee. 

139  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  Medfield . 

God  our  Creator  and  Preserver . 

WHEN  I with  pleasing  wonder  stand, 

And  all  my  frame  survey  ; 

Lord,  ’tis  thy  work — 1 own  thy  hand 
That  built  my  humble  clay. 

2 My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 

The  product  of  thy  skill ; 

And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 


PSALMS. 


235 


3 And  when  I count  thy  mercies  o’er, 

They  fill  me  with  surprise : 

Not  ali  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 

4 These  on  my  heart  by  night  I keep  j 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me! 

Oh  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee ! 

19  Seventh  Part.  C.  M.  Dundee. 

JEHOVAH,  God  ! thy  gracious  power 
On  every  hand  we  see  ; 

Oh  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee ! 

2 If.  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 
To  earth’s  remotest  bound, 

Thy  hand  will  there  our  journey  lead, 

Thine  arm  our  path  surround. 

3 Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 

Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 

Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4 From  morn  till  noon — till  latest  eve, 

Thy  hand,  O God,  we  see  ; 

And  all  the  blessings  we  receive 
Proceed  alone  from  thee. 

5 In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 

In  every  age — in  every  clime, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 


■O  S.  M.  Hudson. 

Divine  Protection  acknowledged,  and  implored 

JEHOVAH,  God  most  high! 

Thou  art  the  God  I own : 

Oh  let  my  supplicating  cry 
Be  heard  before  thy  throne. 

2 Great  God,  thy  sovereign  power 
Salvation  can  impart : 

Thy  shield,  in  every  dangerous  hour, 

Has  sheltered  o’er  my  heart. 


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PSALMS. 


3 Do  thou  my  foes  repel, 

Their  dark  designs  restrain  ; 
f So  shall  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  vain. 

141  L.  M.  Winchester, 

Daily  Devotion. 

MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

Like  morning  incense  in  thine  house; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 

Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2 Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path,  where  sinners  lead. 

3 Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I stray, 

Smite,  and  reprove  my  wandering  way: 

Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 

< Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head, 
mp  4 When  1 behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 

I’ll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief ; 

< And  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 
mf  How  much  I prize  their  faithful  love. 


143  L.  M.  Medway . 

Longing  for  Spiritual  Light  and  Comfort. 

Aff  TV/r  V righteous  Judge — my  gracious  God, 

Hear,  when  I spread  my  hands  abroad ; 

1 cry  for  succor  from  thy  throne, 

Oh  make  thy  truln  and  mercy  known. 

2 For  thee  1 pray — for  thee  I mourn  ; 

When  wilt  thou,  gracious  Lord,  return? 

Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove? 

Wilt  thou  forever  hide  thy  love? 

3 I lift  my  hands  to  thee  again, 

And  thirst  like  parched  lands  for  rain; 

Oh  ! let  me  hear  thy  gracious  voice— 

So  shall  my  weary  soul  rejoice. 

4 My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace; 

Thence  I derive  a glimpse  of  hope, 

To  bear  my  sinking  spirit  up* 


PSALMS. 


237 


5 Teach  me,  O Lord,  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill : 
Oh  let  the  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 


144  First  Part.  C.  M.  Stamford . 

f T^OREVER  blessed  be  the  Lmd, 

-T  My  Saviour,  and  my  shield ; 

He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2 When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care  ; 

Instructs  me  in  the  heavenly  fight, 

And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3 A friend  and  helper  so  divine 
My  fainting  hope  shall  raise  ; 

He  makes  the  glorious  victory  mine, 

And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

144  Second  Part.  C.  M.  Bethel 

God's  condescending  Goodness  to  Man. 
LORD,  what  is  man — poor  feeble  man, 

Born  of  the  earth  at  first? 

His  life  a shadow — light  and  vain, 

Still  hastening  to  the  dust. 

2 Oh  ! what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  sinful  race, 

That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 
To  visit  him  with  grace  ! — 

3 That  God  who  davts  his  lightnings  down, 
Who  shakes  the  worlds  above, 

While  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown — 
f How  wondrous  is  his  love ! 


145  First  Part.  L.  M.  Winchester . 

Jill  Praise  due  to  God. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  rill  the  remnant  of  my  days; 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 

Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 


238 


PSALMS, 


2 The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 

And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3 Thy  works  with  boundless  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine ; 

f Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

4 Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

p 5 But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds? 

Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 
f Vast — and  unsearchable  thy  ways  \ 
ff  Vast — and  immortal  be  thy  praise ! 


1 45  Second  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann 

LONG  as  I live,  I’ll  bless  thy  name. 

My  King,  my  God  of  love; 

My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 

In  brighter  worlds  above. 

2 Great  is  the  Lord— his  power  unknown, 
Oh  let  his  praise  be  great , 

I’ll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3 Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 

The  men  who  hear  my  sacred  song, 

Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4 Fathers  to  sous  shall  tell  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  th}  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  piaise. 

5 The  world  is  governed  by  thy  hand, 

Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love; 

f And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 

Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 


PSALMS.  239 

145  Third  Part.  C.  M.  Corinth . 

mp  SWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King; 

•<  Let  age  to  ago  thy  righteousness 
f In  sounds  of  glory  sing, 
ft  2 God  reigns  on  high — but  ne’er  confines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 

Through  all  the  earth  his  bounty  shines, 

And  every  want  supplies, 
p 3 How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  I 
How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! — 

-<  But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word 

f To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

dol  4 Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King; 

•<  Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
f In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

145  Fourth  Part.  C.  M.  Berwick . 
ft  GREAT  is  the  Lord  ! — our  souls  adore  ! 

We  wonder  while  we  praise  ; 

Thy  power,  O God,  who  can  explore, 

Or  equal  honor  raise  ? 

2 How  large  thy  tender  mercies  are  ! 

How  wide  thy  grace  extends  ! 

On  thy  beneficence  and  care 
The  universe  depends. 

3 Thy  praise  shall  be  my  constant  theme  ; 
How  wondrous  is  thy  power  ! 

I’ll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

And  bid  the  world  adore, 
f 4 Thy  name  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 
While  suns  shall  set  and  rise  ; 

And  tune  my  everlasting  song 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

145  Fifth  Part.  C.  M.  Bunchurch 

LEI’  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 

Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all ; 

Thy  powerful  hands  uphold  the  weak. 

And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 


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PSALMS. 


2 With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 

Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  tills  their  mouths  with  good. 

3 Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  sincere ; 

Thou  sav’st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

4 My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 
And  spread  thy  fame  abroad  3 

Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 


145  Sixth  Part.  C.  M.  Bedford . 

TO  thee,  my  righteous  King  and  Lord, 

My  grateful  soul  I’ll  raise  ; 

From  day  to  day  thy  works  record, 

And  ever  sing  thy  praise. 

2 Thy  greatness  human  thought  exceeds, 

Thy  glory  knows  no  end  ; 

The  lasting  record  of  thy  deeds 
Through  ages  shall  descend. 

3 Thy  wondrous  acts,  thy  power,  and  might, 
My  constant  theme  shall  be; 

That  song  shall  be  my  soul’s  delight, 

Which  breathes  in  praise  to  thee. 

mp  4 The  Lord  is  bountiful  and  kind, 

His  anger  slow  to  move; 

All  shall  his  tender  mercies  find, 

And  all  his  goodness  prove. 

- - 5 From  all  thy  works,  O Lord,  shall  spring 
The  sound  of  joy  and  praise  ; 

Thy  saints  shall  of  thy  glory  sing, 

And  show  the  world  thy  ways. 

f 6 Throughout  all  ages  shall  endure 
Thine  everlasting  reign  ; 

Thine  high  dominion,  firm  and  sure, 

Forever  shall  remain. 


PSALMS.  241 

146  First  Part.  L.  M.  Mendon. 

Praise  to  Ood  for  his  Perfections  and  Providence . 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord — my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine  ; 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne’ei  be  past, 

While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

2  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel’s  God — he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  the  oppressed — he  feeds  the  poor, 

He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

4  He  loves  the  saints — he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; — 
f Thy  God,  O Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

146  Second  Part.  L.  P.  M.  St.  Helen's. 

I’LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 

And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne’er  be  past, 

While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2 How  blest  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel’s  God  ! — he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 

His  truth  forever  stands  secure, 

He  saves  the  oppressed — he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3 I’ll  praise  him,  while  he  lends  me  breath  j 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne’er  be  past, 

Wdiile  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

16 


PSALMS. 


243 

147  C.  M.  Warwick. 

WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 

Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 

And  waters  vail  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessing  down 
To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 

He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 

And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
Of  each  revolving  year  ; 

He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 

And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow 
Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 

The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 

In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
p He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

— And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind — the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  ; — 
f With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 


148  First  Part.  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

f T OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord,  [dwell: 
JLi  From  distant  worlds,  where  creatures 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 

And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2 Wide  as  bis  vast  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator’s  name  be  known  j 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 

And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

p<  3 Jehovah  ! — ’tis  a glorious  word  ! 
mf  Oh  ! may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  t 

But  saints,  w’ho  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 


PSALMS, 


243 


4 Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord  : 
f From  all  below — and  all  above, 
ff  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  ! 

148  Second  Part.  S.  M.  St.  Thomas . 

ii  LET  every  creature  join 

To  praise  th’  eternal  God  ; 

Ye  heavenly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 

And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2 Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon,  with  paler  rays; 

Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 

Shine  to  your  Maker’s  praise. 

3 Ho  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fixed  their  wondrous  frame  : 

By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 

Ami  ever  speak  his  name. 

4 By  all  his  works  above, 

His  honors  be  expressed  ; 

But  saints,  who  taste  his  saving  love, 

Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

148  Third  Part.  C.  P.  M.  Rapture. i.  Keio 
i»  BEGIN,  my  soul,  th’  exalted  lay, 

Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th’  Almighty’s  name  : 

Lo!  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 

In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th’  inspiring  »heme. 

2 Thou  heaven  of  heavens,  his  vast  abode, 

Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  maker  God; 
p i»  Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power  : 

— Lo  ! on  the  lightning’s  fiery  wing 
< In  triumph  walks  th’  eternal  King: 
f>-  Th’ astonished  worlds  adore. 

— 3 Ye  deeps,  with  roarinjr  billows  rise, 

To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies, 

f Praise  him,  who  bids  you  roll  ; — 
p His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
pp  Each  whispering  bree/.e  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 


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— 4 Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing; 

Ye  feathered  warblers  of  the  spring, 

mp  Harmonious  anthems  raise 

To  him  who  shaped  your  finer  mould, 

Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with  gold, 

— And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

f 5 Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 

Let  man,  in  God’s  own  image  made, 

His  breath  in  praise  employ  ; 

Spread  wide  his  Maker’3  name  around, 

Till  heaven  shall  echo  back  the  sound, 

In  songs  of  holy  joy. 

148  Fourth  Part.  H.  M.  Darnell's. 

*»  YE  boundless  realms  of  joy, 

Exalt  your  Maker’s  name: 

His  praise  your  songs  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame  : 

Your  voices  raise,  1 And  seraphim, 

Ye  cherubim,  | To  sing  his  praise. 

2 Let  all  adore  the  Lord, 

And  praise  his  holy  name, 

By  whose  almighty  word 

They  all  from  nothing  came; 

And  all  shall  last,  I His  firm  decree 
From  changes  free  ; | Stands  ever  fast. 

148  Fifth  Part.  H.  M.  Harwich . 

♦t  YE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator’s  praise. 

Ye  holy  throng  I In  worlds  of  light 

Of  angels  bright,  | Begin  the  song 

2 The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand, 

Or  in  swilt  courses  move 
By  his  supreme  command. 

He  spake  the  word,  I From  nothing  came 
And  all  their  frame  | To  oraise  the  Lord. 


PSALMS, 


245 


3 Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  , 

He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love: 
While  earth  and  sky  1 Ilis  saints  shall  raise 
Attempt  liis  praise,  | His  honors  high. 


148  Sixth  Part.  8s  & 7s.  Westborough 

f PRAISE  the  Lord  ! ye  heavens,  adore  him  ; 
Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height  j 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him  ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

2 Praise  the  Lord — for  he  hath  spoken  j 
Worlds  hi3  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 

Laws  which  never  can  be  broken, 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

3 Praise  the  Loril — for  he  is  glorious  j 
Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 

God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 

Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

4 Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim  $ 

Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 

Praise  and  magnify  his  name  ! 

Hallelujah,  Amen 


149  First  Part.  C.  M.  Nottingham 

H A LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 

And  let  your  songs  be  new  ; 

Amidst  the  church,  with  cheerful  voice, 

His  later  wonders  shew. 

2 The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  sing  ; 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 

While  Zion  owns  her  King. 


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3 The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 

Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  ; 

The  meek,  who  lie  despised  in  dust, 

Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4 Saints  shall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E’en  on  a dying  bed  : 

And  like  the  souls  in  glory  sing, 

For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5 When  Christ  his  judgment-seat  ascends, 
And  bids  the  world  appear, 

Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friends, 

Wlio  humbly  loved  him  here. 

149  Second  Part.  10s  & 11s.  St.  Michael's. 

I  O PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ! prepare  your  glad  voice, 

His  praise  in  the  great  assembly  to  sing; 

In  their  great  Creator  let  all  men  rejoice, 

And  heirs  of  salvation  be  glad  in  their  King. 

2 Let  them  his  great  name  devoutly  adore ; 

In  loud-swelling  strains  his  praises  express, 

Who  graciously  opens  his  bountiful  store, 

Their  wants  to  relieve,  and  his  children  to  bless. 

3 With  glory  adorned,  his  people  shall  snig 
To  God,  who  defence  and  plenty  supplies: 

Their  loud  acclamations  to  him,  their  great  King, 

Through  earth  shall  he  sounded,  and  reach  to  the  skies. 

4 Ye  angels  above,  his  glories  who’ve  sung, 

In  loftiest  notes,  now  publish  his  praise: 

We  mortals,  delighted,  would  borrow  your  tongue; 

Would  join  in  your  numbers,  and  chant  to  your  lays. 


150  First  Part.  L.  M.  Brewer. 

f n (^H  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place, 

^ From  whence  his  goodness  largely  flows: 
Praise  him  in  heaven — where  he  his  face 
Un vailed  in  perfect  glory  shows. 

2 Praise  him  for  all  the  mighty  acts, 

Which  he  in  our  behalf  hath  done  j 

His  kindness  this  return  exacts, 

With  which  our  praise  should  equel  run. 

3 Let  all  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 

The  breath  he  doth  tc  them  afford, 

In  just  returns  of  praise  employ : 

Let  every  creature  praise  the  Lord. 


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150  Second  Part.  L.  M.  Rothwell . 

f »»  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord— let  praise  employ, 

In  his  own  courts,  your  songs  of  joy  ; 

The  spacious  firmament  around 
Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  sound. 

2 Recount  his  works  in  strains  divine, 

His  wondrous  works — how  bright  they  shine ! 
Praise  him  for  all  his  mighty  deeds, 

Whose  greatness  all  your  praise  exceeds. 

3 Awake  the  trumpet’s  lofty  sound, 

To  spread  your  sacred  pleasure  round  ; 

Awake  each  voice — and  strike  each  string, 
And  to  the  solemn  organ  sing. 

4 Let  all,  whom  life  and  breath  inspire, 
Attend,  and  join  the  blissful  choir  ; 

But  chiefly  ye,  who  know  his  word, 

Adore,  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord  ! 

150  Third  Part.  C.  M.  St.  Ann's. 

**  IN  God’s  own  house  pronounce  his  praise, 

His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 

To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 

For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2 Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 

While  you  rehearse  his  deeds  ; 

But  still  the  work  of  saving  love, 

Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3 All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  blest ; 

Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 

My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 

150  Fourth  Part.  6s&4s.  Italian  Hymn. 
PRAISE  ye  Jehovah’s  name, 

Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim, 

Rise  and  adore : 

High  o’er  the  heavens  above 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 

While  his  rich  grace  we  prove, 

Vast  as  his  power. 


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2 Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame  : 

There  let  the  harp  be  found  ; 

Organs,  with  solemn  sound, 

Roll  your  deep  notes  around, 

Filled  with  his  name. 

3 WThile  his  high  praise  ye  sing, 

Shake  every  sounding  string  j 

Sweet  the  accord  ! 

He  vital  breath  bestows  ; 

Let  every  breath  that  flows 
His  noblest  fame  disclose — 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

ISO  Fifth  Part.  7s.  Lincoln . 

PRAISE  the  Lord — his  glory  bless — 

Praise  him  in  his  holiness  ; 

Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires, 

Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires. 

2 Let  the  trumpet’s  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around  \ 

Let  the  harp  unite  in  praise, 

With  the  sacred  minstrel’s  lays. 

3 Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness  ; 

Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah’s  name. 

4 All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light, 

In  his  praise  your  hearts  unite  ; 

While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured, 

Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

150  Sixth  Part.  7s.  PleyeVs  Hymn . 

f PRAISE — oh  praise  the  name  divine. 

Praise  him  at  the  hallowed  shrine  j 
Let  the  firmament  on  high 
To  its  Maker’s  praise  reply. 

2 All  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 

In  his  praise  that  breath  employ ; 
ff  Heaven  and  earth  the  chorus  join; 

Praise — oh  praise  the  name  divine. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


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L.  M 

TO  God  the  Father — God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit — three  in  one, 

Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 

By  all  on  earth — and  all  in  heaven. 

C.  M. 

LET  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  adored, 

Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

S.  M. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 

Worship  the  Father — love  the  Son, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

H.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father’s  throne 
Perpetual  honors  raise  j 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 

To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 

With  all  our  powers,  I Thy  name  we  sing, 
Eternal  King,  | While  faith  adores. 


7s. 


STNG  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love. 

Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

8.  7.  4. 

GREAT  Jehovah  ! we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 
Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  three  in  one. 


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THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

C.  M.  Dedham.  Medford. 

Revelation  welcomed. 

HATL,  sacred  truth  ! whose  piercing  ray9 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Diffusing  o’er  the  mental  world, 

The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2 Jesus,  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet ; 

Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3 Oh  ! send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze  ; 

And  bid  tli*  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

Divine  Authority  of  the  Bible. 

’TWAS  by  an  older  from  the  Lord, 

The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word  ; 

His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 

And  warm  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 

2 Great  God  ! mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 

There  my  Redeemer’s  face  1 see, 

And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

3 Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind  : 

Here  1 can  fix  my  hope  secure  ; 

This  is  thy  word — and  must  endure. 

C.  M.  Christmas.  Toll&od. 

The  Bible  the  Light  of  the  World. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun: 

It  gives  a light  to  eve»*y  age ; 

It  gives — but  borrows  none. 


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2 The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  ami  heat: 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  j 
They  rise — hut  never  set. 
fi»  3 Let  everlasting  thanks  he  thine 
For  such  a bright  display, 

As  makes  a world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4 My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  him  I love, 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

^ C.  M.  Devizes.  Arlington. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given  ! 

Bright  as  a lamp,  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

.>  2 Tt  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

mp  In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 

mf '»  Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

;>  3 This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

*<  Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way  ; 
f Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

C.  M.  Warwick.  Medfield. 
O The  Bible  suited  to  the  Wants  of  Mankind . 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory'  shines  ! 

Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

>»  2 Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
— Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 

Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 

And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3 Here  springs  of  consolation  rise 
To  cheer  the  faintin  j mind  ; 

And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 

And  sweet  refreshment  find. 


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4 Here  the  Redeemer’s  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 

f And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 

Attend  the  blissful  sound  ! 

Aff  5 Oh  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight, 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I see, 

And  still  increasing  light ! 

6 Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  ; 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there  ! 

G C.  P.  M.  Columbia.  Aithlone. 

HOW  precious,  Lord,  thy  sacred  word  l 
What  Jieht  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 
To  souls  in  deep  distress  1 
Thy  precepts  guide  our  doubtful  way, 

Thy  fear  forbids  our  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  to  rest. 

2 Thy  threatenings  wake  our  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  us  where  our  danger  lies  j 
But  ’tis  thy  gospel,  Lord, 

That  makes  the  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  the  soul,  and  conquers  sin, 

And  gives  a free  reward. 

C.  M.  Litchfield.  Er»da. 

mp  OPPRESSED  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
i come  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 

While  not  a ray  of  hope  appears, 

But  in  thy  holy  word. 

— 2 The  volume  of  my  Father’s  grace 
Does  all  my  grief  dispel  ; 
mf  Here  I behold  my  Saviour’s  face, 

And  learn  to  do  his  will. 

3 Here  living  water  freely  flows, 

To  cleanse  me  from  my  sin  : 
mf  ’Tis  here  the  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

Aff  4 Oh  ! may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 

Nor  1 forsake  the  happy  road, 

That  leads  to  thy  right  hand 


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HYMNS. 


8 


L.  M. 


Uxbridge.  Ward. 


Delight  in  the  Scriptures. 


1 LOVE  the  sacred  book  of  God  ; 

No  other  can  its  place  supply  : 

It  points  me  to  the  saints’  abode, 

And  lifts  my  joyful  thoughts  on  high. 

2 Blest  book  ! in  thee  my  eyes  discern 
The  image  of  my  absent  Lord  : 

From  thine  instructive  page  I learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3 But  while  I’m  here,  thou  shaft  supply 
His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love: 

I’ll  read  with  faith’s  discerning  eye, 
And  thus  partake  of  joys  above. 


GREAT  God  ! with  wonder  and  with  praise, 
On  all  thy  works  I look  ; 

But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2 Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid  ; 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies  ; 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 

And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

3 Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law  ; 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been; 

And  from  thy  gosjiel  let  me  draw 
1’ardon  for  all  my  sin. 


NOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King ! 

To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring: 

My  knee  with  humble  homage  bow; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2 All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below — and  worlds  above: 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I trace, 

Liviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3 There  what  delightful  truths  I read! 
> There  1 behold  the  Saviour  bleed  : 

— His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 


9 


C.  M. 


Crmond.  Dundee. 


10 


L.  M. 


Bath.  Hingham. 


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4 There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 

>•  And  gives  my  laboring  conscience  peace  j 
— Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 

And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky 
mf  5 For  love  like  this,  oh  let  my  song, 

Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong  ; 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 


BEING  AND  ATTRIBUTES  OF  GOD. 

L.  M.  Lowell.  Springfield.  Dunstan. 
H Existence  of  God  manifest  from  his  Works . 
THERE  is  a God — all  nature  speaks, 

Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies  ; 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 

When  earliest  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2 The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

Throughout  the  world’s  extended  frame, 

Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker’s  glorious  name, 
mp  3 Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation’s  wonders  o’er, 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God  ; — 
p Bow  down  before  him — and  adore. 

C.  M.  London.  Burford. 

12-  Eternity  of  God. 

GREAT  God  ! how  infinite  art  thou  !— 

What  worthless  worms  are  we ! — 

Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

— 2 Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  : 

Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3 Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view : 

To  thee  there’s  nothing  old  appears; 
p Great  God  ! there’s  nothing  new. 

4 Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn. 
And  vexed  with  trifling  cares; 

— While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
mf  Tliine  undisturbed  affairs. 

17 


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p 5 Great  God  ! how  infinite  art  thou  ! — 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! — 

— Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 
f And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

C.  M.  Greenfield.  Berwick, 
lo  God  the  Creator. 

ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise, 

Thee  all  thy  creatures  sing; 

While  with  thy  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven’s  high  palace  ring. 

2 Thy  hand — how  wide  it  spread  the  sky! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Tinged  with  a blue  of  heavenly  dye, 

And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3 Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 

Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4 Almighty  power,  and  equal  skill 
Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad  ; 

Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 

And  speak  the  builder — God. 

5 But  still,  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
Our  warmer  passions  move  ; 

Here  we  behold  our  Saviour’s  face, 

And  we  adore  his  love. 

14  C.  M.  London.  Bedford. 

GREAT  First  of  Beings  ! mighty  Lord 
Of  all  this  wondrous  frame  ! 

Produced  by  thy  creating  word, 

The  world  from  nothing  came. 

2 Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  command— 
’Twas  instantly  obeyed  ; 

And  through  thy  goodness  all  things  stand, 
Which  by  thy  power  were  made. 

3 Lord  ! for  thy  glory  shine  the  whole; 

They  all  reflect  thy  light : 

For  this  in  course  the  planets  roll, 

And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

4 For  this  the  earth  its  produce  yields, 

For  this  the  water'  flow  ; 

And  blooming  plants  adorn  the  fields. 

And  trees  aspiring  trow 


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5 Inspired  with  praise,  our  minds  pursus 
This  wise  and  noble  end, 

That  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 

Shall  to  thy  glory  tend. 

15  C.  M.  St.  Martin**. 

THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

In  all  his  works  appears  ; 

His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 

His  grandeur  in  the  spheres.  " 

2 How  excellent,  O Lord,  thy  name, 

In  all  creation’s  lines! 

Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 
With  rising  lustre  shines. 

3 Millions  before  thy  presence  stand. 

Who  feel,  while  they  adore, 

Fulness  of  joy,  at  thy  right  hand, 

And  pleasures  evermore. 


16  L.  M.  Effingham.  RotbweB. 

NATURE,  with  all  her  powers,  shall  sing 
Her  great  Creator  and  her  King: 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  skies,  nor  seas 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praise. 

2 Ye  seraphs,  who  sit  near  his  throne, 

Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 

f Tune  high  your  harps,  and  spread  the  sound 
Throughout  creation’s  utmost  bound. 

3 Oh  ! may  our  ardent  zeal  employ 
Our  loftiest  thoughts,  and  loudest  songs; 

Let  there  be  sung,  with  warmest  joy, 

Hosanna — from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

mp  4 Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name: 

«—  The  highest  notes  that  angels  raise, 

Fall  far  below  thy  glorious  praise. 

L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Hague. 

17  Ood  self-existent  and  immutable. 
ALL-POWERFUL,  self-existent  God, 

Who  all  creation  dost  sustain  ! 

Thou  wast,  and  art.,  and  art  to  come, 

And  everlasting  is  thy  reign. 


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2 Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days, 

Each  glorious  attribute  divine, 

Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiininished  lustre  shine. 

3 Fountain  of  being!  Source  of  good  ! 
Immutable  dost  thou  remain  ; 

Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

4 Earth  may  with  all  her  powers  dissolve, 

If  such  the  great  Creator’s  will : 

But  thou  forever  art  the  same  ; 

“ I am”  is  thy  memorial  still. 

C.  M.  Spencer. 

1 God  almighty  and  omnipresent. 

GREAT  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 
Pervades  my  inmost  powers  : 

With  awe  profound  my  wondering  soul 
Falls  prostrate, and  adores. 

2 To  be  encompassed  round  with  God, 

The  holy  and  the  just ; 

mf  Armed  with  omnipotence  to  save, 
p Or  crumble  me  to  dust — 

3 Oh,  how  tremendous  is  the  thought! 

Deep  may  it  be  impressed  ! 

And  may  thy  Spirit  firmly  grave 
This  truth  within  my  breast  t 
— 4 Begirt  with  thee,  my  fearless  soul 

?The  gloomy  vale  shall  tread  ; 

And  thou  wilt  bind  th’  immortal  crown 
Of  glory  on  my  head. 

19  C.  M.  Spencer.  St.  Austin’s. 

WHERE’ER,  through  all  his  works,  we  send 
Our  roving  eyes  abroad, 

The  various  objects  all  conspire 
To  lead  our  souls  to  God  ; — 

2 That  God,  whose  word  all  nature  formed, 
Whose  eye  all  nature  sees  ; 

Whose  hand  all  nature  rules,  sustains, 

Or  crushes,  as  he  please  ; — 

3 Before  whose  high  and  dazzling  throne 
Myriads  of  angels  bow  ; 

Whose  smile  is  everlasting  bliss— 

> Whose  frown  is  endless  wo 


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p 4 Low  at  his  feet,  then,  O my  soul, 

In  prostrate  homage  fall ; 

•<  Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  trust, 
mf  Thy  joy,  thy  God,  thy  all. 

C.  M.  Patmos.  Rochester. 

20 

God  searching  the  Heart. 

it  GOD  is  a spirit,  just  and  wise  ; 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 

Ir  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 

And  leave  our  hearts  behind. 

2 Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honor  can  appear; 

The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3 Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies ; 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground ; 

But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 

Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

mp  4 Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 
And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 

— Then  shall  I stand  before  thy  face, 

And  find  acceptance  there. 


L.  M.  Pomfret.  Hingham. 

21  Wisdom  and  Knowledge  of  God. 

AWAKE,  my  tongue — thy  tribute  bring 
To  him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing ; 

Praise  him,  who  is  all  praise  above, ~ 

The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2 How  vast  his  knowledge  ! how  profound  ! 

A depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned  ! 
The  stars  he  numbers — and  their  names 

He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3 Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold: 

Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 

To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4 But  in  redemption — oh  what  grace  ! 

Its  wonders — oh  what  thought  can  trace  1 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright — 

Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 


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fygy  C.  M.  Warwick.  Litchfield. 

Goodness  of  God  seen  in  hir  Works . 

HAIL,  great  Creator— wise  and  good  ! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  ; 

Nature,  tnr.ough  all  her  various  scenes, 

Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2 At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view  ; 

And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult, 

With  transports  ever  new. 

3 Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star, 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night ; 

And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4 The  lofty  hill — the  humble  lawn, 

With  countless  beauties  shine ; 

The  silent  grove — the  awful  shade, 

Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

5 Great  nature’s  God  ! still  may  these  scenes 
Our  serious  hours  engage  ! 

Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works’  instructive  page  ! 

6 And  while,  in  all  thy  wondrous  ways, 

Thy  varied  love  we  see  ; 

Oh  may  our  hearts,  great  God,  be  led 
Through  all  thy  works  to  thee. 

L.  M.  Pomfret.  Rothwell. 

Goodness  of  God. 

INDULGENT  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns 
Through  all  the  wide,  celestial  plains; 

And  thence  its  streams  redundant  flow, 

And  cheer  th’  abodes  of  men  below. 

2 Through  nature’s  works  its  glories  shine  j 
The  cares  of  providence  are  thine ; 

And  grace  erects  our  ruined  frame, 

A fairer  temple  to  thy  name. 

3 Oh  ! give  to  every  human  heart 
To  taste  and  feel  how  good  thou  art  l 
With  grateful  love  and  holy  fear, 

To  know  how  blest  thy  children  are. 

f 4 Let  nature  burst  into  a song ; 

Ye  echoing  hills,  the  notes  prolong; 

Earth,  seas,  and  stars,  your  anthems  raise, 

All  vocal  with  your  Maker’s  praise  1 


HYMNS.  263 

~ . S.  M.  Hudson.  Mornington. 

^►4  God  our  Creator  and  Benefactor 
MY  Maker  and  my  King! 

To  thee  my  all  I owe ; 

Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring, 

Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2 Thou  ever  good  and  kind  ! 

A thousand  reasons  move, 

A thousand  obligations  bind 
My  heart  to  grateful  love. 

3 The  creature  of  thy  hand, 

On  thee  alone  I live  ; 

My  God,  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  I can  give. 

4 Lord,  what  can  I impart, 

When  all  is  thine  before  ; 

Thy  love  demands  a thankful  heart; 

The  gift,  alas ! how  poor ! 

5 Shall  I withhold  thy  due? 

And  shall  my  passions  rove  ? — 

Lord,  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 

And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 

6 Oh  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine; 

Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 

And  all  my  days  be  thine. 

25  L.  M.  Danvers.  AKreton. 

THIS  frame,  O God — these  noble  powers, 

To  thy  creating  hand  f owe  ; 

Thy  providence  preserves  me  safe, 

And  crowns  my  every  wish  below. 

2 Oft  in  the  visions  of  the  night, 

My  thoughts  o’er  all  thy  mercies  rove  ; 

And,  every  midnight  wakeful  hour, 

I trace  the  wonders  of  thy  love 

3 The  pleasing,  unexhausted  theme 
Each  rising  morn  my  soul  pursues — 

In  fervent  prayer  ascends  to  thee, 

And  still  her  grateful  song  renews. 

4 Thy  mercies,  Lord,  through  endless  years, 
Shall  all  my  raptured  powers  employ  ; 

mf  Yet  endless  years  will  only  swell 
My  wonder,  grat:*ude,  and  jov. 


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26  C.  M.  Bolton.  Great  Milton. 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  ycur  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 

For  he  is  good — immensely  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2 All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care  j 
In  him  we  live  and  move  j 

But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3 He  gave  his  well  beloved  Son, 

To  save  our  souls  from  sin  ; 

’Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 

And  proves  it  all  divine. 

4 To  this  sure  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

And  here  our  hope  relies  ; 

A safe  defence — a peaceful  home, 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5 Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 

Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6 Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love 
What  honors  shall  we  raise  ! 

Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

27  C.  M.  St.  John’*.  Eustis. 

THY  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess  j 
Thy  goodness  we  adore  ; 

A spring,  whose  blessings  never  fail — 

A sea  without  a shore  ! 

2 Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  love  declare 
In  every  golden  ray  ; 

Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

3 Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns, 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields  ; 

With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 

With  strengthening  grain,  the  fields. 

4 But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 

Is  in  the  gospel  seen  ; 

There,  like'a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 

Without  a cloud  between. 


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265 


5 There  pardon,  peace,  and  holy  joy, 

Through  Jesus’  name  are  given  $ 

He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high, 

That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 

28  C.  M.  Howard’s.  Brattle  Street. 

WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 

Transported  with  the  view.  I’m  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2 Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3 When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 
With  heedless  steps  I ran, 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4 Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 

Nor  is  the  least  a cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5 Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I’ll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew, 
f 6 Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 
A joyful  song  I’ll  raise  : 

But  oh  ! eternity’s  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise  ! 

29  C.  M.  Nottingham.  London. 

ETERNAL  POWER— almighty  God  ! 

Who  can  approach  thy  throne  ? 

Accessless  light  is  thine  abode, 

To  angel  eyes  unknown. 

2 Before  the  radiance  of  thine  eye, 

The  heavens  no  longer  shine  j 

And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shades  of  thine, 
mp  3 Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  cast  a look  below  ? 

To  this  vile  world  thy  notice  bend — 

These  seats  of  sin  and  wo  ? 


HYMNS, 


4 How  strange  ! how  wondrous  is  thy  love  ! 
With  trembling  we  adore  : 

Not  all  th*  exalted  minds  above 
Its  wonders  can  explore, 
f 5 While  golden  harps  and  angel  tongues 
Resound  immortal  lays, 
mp  Great  God,  permit  our  humble  songs 
f To  rise  and  speak  thy  praise. 

_ _ C.  M.  Greenfield.  Medford. 

Qod  is  Love . 

AMID  the  splendors  of  thy  state, 

O God,  thy  love  appears, 
p Soft  as  the  radiance  of  the  moon 

< Among  a thousand  stars. 

2  In  all  thy  doctrines  and  commands, 

Thy  counsels  and  designs, 

In  every  work  thy  hands  have  framed, 

Thy  love  supremely  shines, 
f 3 Sinai,  m clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 
Thunders  thine  awful  name  ; 
p But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 

< The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

fn  4 Angels  and  men,  the  news  proclaim 
Through  earth  and  heaven  above, 

And  all  with  holy  transport  sing 
That  God  the  Lord  is  love 

31  C.  M.  Bolton.  Ormond, 

COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 

And  lift  your  souls  above  ; 

Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 

To  sing — that  God  is  love. 

2 This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 

While  Christ,  th’  atoning  Lamb,  appears, 

To  show— that  God  is  love. 

3 Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits, 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 

And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 

To  teach  them— God  is  love. 

4 And  oh  that  you,  whose  hardened  hearts 
No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 

>.  May  hear  the  gospel’s  milder  voice— 
mp  That  tells  you— God  is  love. 


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267 


5 Oh  may  we  all,  while  here  helow 
This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 

Till  warmer  hearts — in  brighter  worlds, 

Shall  shout — that  God  is  love. 

L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Dunstan. 
* Condescension  of  God. 

THUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 

“ I sit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 

My  name  is  God — I dwell  on  high — 

Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2 “ But  I descend  to  worlds  below  j 
On  earth  I have  a mansion  too  ; 

The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 

Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3 “ The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 

I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live  ; 

Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I find, 

And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind.” 

4 Lord,  may  thy  pardoning  grace  be  nigh, 

Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die  : 

Then  shall  our  grateful  voice  declare, 

How  free  thy  tender  mercies  are. 

H.  M.  Harwich.  DarwellV 

Faithfulness  of  God. 

THE  promises  I sing. 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke  ; 

Nor  will  th’  eternal  King 
His  words  of  grace  revoke : 

They  stand  secure  I Not  Zion’s  hill 
And  steadfast  still ; | Abides  so  sure 

2 The  mountains  melt  awav. 

When  once  the  Judge  appears ; 

And  sun  and  moon  decay, 

That  measure  mortal  years ; 

But  still  the  same,  I The’promise  shines 
In  radiant  lines  | Through  all  the  flame 

3 Their  harmony  shall  sound 
Through  my  attentive  ears, 

When  thunders  cleave  the  ground, 

And  dissipate  the  spheres  ; 

’Midst  all  the  shock  | 1 stand  serene, 

Of  that  dread  scene,  | Thy  word  my  rock. 


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34 


C.  M. 


Westmoreland. 


FAITHFUL,  O Lord,  thy  mercies  are; 

A Rock  that  cannot  move  : 

A thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

2 Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 

It  stands  forever  sure  ; 

And  while  thy  truth,  O God,  remains, 
Thy  goodness  shall  endure. 


COME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 

Father  all  glorious, 

O’er  all  victorious, 

Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  Days. 

2 Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 

Scatter  our  enemies, 

Now  make  them  fall  I 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 

Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed — 
mp  Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

— 3 Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 

Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 
p Our  prayer  attend  ! 

- Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
Come,  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend  ! 

4 Come,  holy  Comforter, 

Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour  ! 

Thou,  who  almighty  art; 

Now  rule  in  every  heart, 

And  ne’er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

f 5 To  thee,  great  One  in  These, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  1 


35 


6s  & 4s. 
The  Trinity. 


Italian  Hymn. 


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269 


Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore ! 


C.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  Medford. 
Praise  to  the  Trinity . 

FATHER  of  glory  ! to‘thy  name 
Immortal  praise  we  give, 

Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 

And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2 Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease, 

Our  lives  he  ransomed  with  his  own, 

And  died  to  make  our  peace. 

3 To  thy  almighty  Spirit  be 
Immortal  glory  given ; 

Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 

And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 

4 Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th’  eternal  God, 

f And  spread  his  honors — and  their  joys, 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 

— 5 Let  faith, and  love,  and  duty  join 

One  general  song  to  raise  ; 
f Let  saints,  in  earth  and  heaven,  combine 
In  harmony  and  praise. 

37  L.  M.  Monmouth.  Dresden. 

FATHER  of  heaven  ! whose  love  profound 
A ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
p Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 

To  us  thy  pardoning  love  e.  tend. 

— 2 Almighty  Son  ! incarnate  Word  ! 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 

p Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 

To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

— 3 Eternal  Spirit ! by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 

p Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 

To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend, 
mf  4 Jehovah  ! Father,  Spirit,  Son  ! 

Mysterious  Godhead  ! Three  in  One  ! 
p Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  j 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend ! 


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L.  M.  Hamburg.  Medway. 

Oo  Incomprehensibleness  of  God. 

WHAT  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil, 

Can  fathom  the  eternal  mind  ? 

Or  who  th’  almighty  Three  in  One, 

By  searching  to  perfection  find  ? 

2 Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise, 
Harmonious,  their  adoring  songs  ; 

Their  laboring  thoughts  sink  down  oppressed, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

p 3 Yet  would  I lift  my  trembling  voice, 

A portion  of  his  ways  to  sing  ; 

And,  mingling  with  his  meanest  works, 

< My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 

39  C.  M.  Spencer.  Dundee. 

HOW  wondrous  great — how  glorious  bright 
Must  our  Creator  be  ! 

Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light 
Of  an  eternal  day  ! 

2 Our  soaring  spirits  upwards  rise 
Toward  his  celestial  throne  ; 

Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three, 

And  the  almighty  One. 

3 Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 

And  mounts  above  the  skies : 

But  still  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grovelling  reason  lies  ! 

mp  4 Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls, 

And  awfully  adore  ; 

< Thy  power  we  feel — thy  glory  see, 

> Thy  mercy  we  implore. 

— 5 With  humble  notes  we  raise  the  song 
To  hea\en’s  almighty  King, 

f While  angels  tune  their  nobler  powers, 

And  sweep  th’  immortal  string. 

L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Duke  Street. 

40  Majesty  and  Dominion  of  God . 

COME,  O my  soul,  in  sacred  lays, 

Attempt  thy  great  Creator’s  praise : 

But,  oh,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame ! 

What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  l 


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2 Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 

He  glory  like  a garment  wears  ; 

To  form  a robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3 Tn  all  our  Maker’s  grand  designs, 
Omnipotence,  with  wisdom,  shines, 

His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

4 Raised  on  devotion’s  lofty  wing, 

Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing ; 

And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 

Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song ! 

L L.  M.  Winchester.  Rotterdam 

THE  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns, 

In  robes  of  majesty  arrayed  ; 

His  rule  Omnipotence  sustains, 

And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have  made 

2 Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heavens  were  spread  abroad, 
Thy  awful  throne  was  fixed  above ; 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

3 The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise, 

Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar ; 

Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 

And  foam,  and  iash  the  trembling  shore. 

4 The  Lord,  the  mighty  God,  on  high, 
Controls  the  fiercely  raging  seas ; 

He  speaks — and  noise  and  tempest  fly, 

The  waves  sink  down  in  gentle  peace. 

5 Thy  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure, 

Eternal  holiness  is  thine  ; 

And,  Lord,  thy  people  shall  be  pure, 

And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine. 

L.  M.  Ralston.  Sunderland 
* Men  not  comparable  to  Qod. 

SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  Idood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 

Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just,  than  he? 

2 Behold,  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne  : 

Their  natures,  when  compared  with  his. 

Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 


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3 Almighty  Power,  to  thee  we  bow  ! 

How  frail  are  we  ! — how  glorious  thou  ! 

No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  thee — th’  eternal  God — compare. 

L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Lowell. 
43  Angels  the  Ministers  of  Ood. 

HIGH  on  a hill  of  dazzling  light 
The  King  of  glory  spreads  his  seat, 

And  hosts  of  angels  stretched  for  flight, 

Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2 Are  they  not  all  thy  servants  Lord  ? 

At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  j 
With  cheerful  haste  obey  thy  word, 

And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home 

L.  M.  Dunstan.  Lowell. 

Perfections  of  Ood  combined  in  his  Government, 

JEHOVAH  reigns— his  throne  is  high, 

His  robes  are  light  and  majesty ; 

His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 

No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2 His  terrors  keep  the  world  m awe  ; 

His  justice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 

His  love  reveals  a smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3 Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan’s  deep  designs  j 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will, 
mp  4 And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  father  and  my  friend  ? 
f Then  let  my  songs  with  angels’join  ; 

Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

45  H.  M.  Haddam. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 

The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty; 

His  glories  shine  I No  mortal  eye 
With  beams  so  bright,  | Can  bear  the  sight. 

2 The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Still  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 


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His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law ; 

And  where  his  love  I His  truth  confirms 
Resolves  to  bless,  | And  seals  the  grace. 

3 Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wisdom  shines, 

Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs  ; 

Strong  is  his  arm,  I His  great  decrees, 

And  shall  fulfil  | His  sovereign  will 
p 4 And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend  ? 

And  will  he  write  his  name, 

‘ My  father,  and  my  friend  ?’ — 
f I love  his  name  ! I Join  all  my  powers, 

1 love  his  word  ! J And  praise  the  Lord. 

C.  M.  Spencer.  London. 

^ Holiness  of  God. 

HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King ; 

* Thrice  holy  Lord,’  the  angels  cry— 

6 Thrice  holy,’  let  us  sing ! 

2 The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O my  soul,  to  God  ; 

Lift,  with  thy  hands,  a holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3 With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 
Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 

A contrite  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4 Thou  holy  God ! preserve  my  soul 
From  all  pollution  free ; 

< The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
mf  And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 


PROVIDENCE  AND  GOVERNMENT  OF  GOD. 

C.  M.  Burford.  Litchfield. 

Sovereign  Purposes  of  God. 

KEEP  silence — all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker’s  n<  d ; 

My  soul  stands  trembling,  wYJLt  she  s J)gg 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

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2 Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 

He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3 His  providence  unfolds  his  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 

Each  opening  leaf— and  every  stroke, 

Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

4 My  God,  I would  not  long  to  see 
My  fate,  with  curious  eyes — 

What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 

Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

5 In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

Oh  may  I find  my  name, 

Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb. 

v C.  M.  Medford.  Litchfield. 

* Purposes  of  Ood  developed  by  his  Providence . 

GOD  moves  in  a mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 

He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2 Deep,  in  unfathomable  mines, 

Of  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3 Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  takej 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 

Are  big  with  mercy — and  shall  break 
With  blessings  on  your  head. 

4 Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 

Behind  a frowning  providence, 

He  hides  a smiling  face. 

5 His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour: 

The  bud  may  have  a bitter  taste, 

But.  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6 Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


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. q C.  M.  Ormond.  Medford. 

77ic  Mysteries  of  Providence. 

THY  way,  O Lord,  is  in  the  sea  j 
Thy  paths  I cannot  trace, 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2 ’Tis  but  in  part  I know  thy  will, 

I bless  thee  for  the  sight ; — 

When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal, 

In  glory’s  clearer  light  i 
f 3 With  rapture  shall  1 then  survey 
Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

C.  M.  Charming.  Patino*. 

Almighty  Power  and  Majesty  of  God. 
f THE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 

He  speaks — and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  lolling  sun  stands  still. 

2 Rebel,  ye  waves — and  o’er  the  land 
With  threatening  aspect  roar! 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3 Howl,  winds  of  night ! your  force  combine1 
Without  his  high  behest, 

>.  Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
pp  Disturb  the  sparrow’s  nest. 

— 4 His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

>■  In  distant  peals  it  dies  : 
f He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 

And  sweeps  the  howling  skies, 
mp  5 Ye  nations, bend— in  reverence  bendj 
Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
ff  And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 


FALL  AND  NATURAL  CHARACTER  OF 
MAN. 


51 


S.  M.  Little  Marlboro’.  Ayleibury. 
Hope  from  the  Gospel  only. 

GOD’S  holy  law,  transgressed, 

Speaks  nothing  but  despair  j 


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HYMNS. 


Burdened  with  guilt — with  grief  oppressed, 
We  find  no  comfort  there. 

2 Not  all  our  groans  and  tears, 

Nor  works,  which  we  have  done  ; 

Nor  vows,  nor  promises,  nor  prayers, 

Can  e’er  for  sin  atone. 

3 Relief  alone  is  found 

In  Jesus’  precious  blood: 

’Tis  this  that  heals  the  mortal  wound, 

And  reconciles  to  God. 

4 High  lifted  on  the  cross, 

The  spotless  victim  dies : — 

This  is  salvation’s  only  source — 

Hence  all  our  hopes  arise. 

52  S M.  Little  Marlboro’.  Aylesbury. 

AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ? 

If  lie  contend  in  righteousness, 

We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2 If  he  our  ways  should  mark 
With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 

Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A just  excuse  devise  ? 

3 All-seeing,  powerful  God  ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 

Or  who  that  tries  th’  unequal  strife, 

Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4 The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ! 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 

Her  rooted  pillars  shake  ! 

5 Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a God? 

None— none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 

But  through  the  Saviour’s  blood. 

S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Calmar. 
Christ  a Light  in  Darkness. 

Solo  or  Semi-chorus. 

p HOW  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes — 

Chorus. 

C Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light, 

Over  onr  souls  arise  ! 


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277 


Solo  or  Semi-chorus. 

p 2 Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  tlie  wrath  of  Heaven  ; — 

Chorus. 

f But  in  his  righteousness  arrayed. 

We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

Solo  or  Semi-chorus, 
p 3 Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways : 

Chorus. 

f His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

Solo  or  Semi-chorus. 

— 4 The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain ; 

Chorus. 

He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 

And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

Chorus. 

mp  5 Lord,  we  adore  thy  \*ays, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

— Thy  sovereign  power — thy  healing  grace, 

And  thine  atoning  blood. 


54  C.  M.  Marlow.  Howard’s. 

PLUNGED  in  a gulf  of  dark  despair,  Mnor* 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 

Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day  ! 
p 2 With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief : 

— He  saw — and — oh,  amazing  love ! — 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 

f 3 Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 

— Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
p And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

f ii  4 Oh  ! for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break, 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour’s  praises  speak. 

5 Angels  ! assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne’er  be  told. 


HYMNS. 


278 

55  C.  M.  Grafton.  Litchfield. 

p HOW  gad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 

Our  sin — how  deep  it  stains  ! 

And  Satan  holds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 
p»*  2 But  hark  ! a voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word — 
mf  ‘ Ho ! ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 

And  trust  upon  the  Lord.’ 

— 3 My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief ; 

1 would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord ; 
mp  Oh  help  my  unbelief. 

p 4 A guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I fall : 
mf  Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

56  C.  M.  Barby.  Spencer. 

GREAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  ’ 

We  own,  with  humble  shame, 

How  vile  is  our  degenerate  race, 

And  our  first  father’s  name. 

2 We  live  estranged,  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  distance  well ; 

With  haste  we  run  the  dangerous  road, 

That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

3 And  can  such  rebels  be  restored  ! 

Such  natures  made  divine  ! 

Let  sinners  see  thy  glory,  Lord, 

And  feel  this  power  of  thine, 
mf  4 We  raise  our  Father’s  name  on  high, 

Who  his  own  Spirit  sends, 

To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh, 

And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 


57  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

ALL-GLORIOUS  God,  what  hymns  of  praise 
Shall  our  transported  voices  raise  ' 

What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 

While  heaven  stands  open  to  our  view  ! 

2 Once  we  were  fallen — oh  how  low  1 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  wo  j 


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When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 

Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love, — 

3 Scattered  the  shades  of  death  and  night, 

And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light ! 

By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverished  and  undone  ! 

4 He  shows,  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 

A bright  inheritance  as  ours  ; 

Where  saints  in  lignt  our  coming  wait, 

To  share  their  holy,  happy  state. 

58  L.  M.  Hiugham.  Malden. 

Semi-chorus. 

p BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night, 

We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; — 

Chorus. 

f Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 

And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind 
Semi-chorus. 

p 2 Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears, 

Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : — 

Chorus. 

f Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 

And  sing  “ the  Lord  our  righteousness.” 

C.  M.  Spencer.  Grafton. 

59  Death  in  Trespasses  and  Sins. 

HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  her  load  ! 

The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2 Can  aught  beneath  a power  divine 
The  stubborn  will  subdue? 

’Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine, 

To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3 ’Tis  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason’s  darkened  eyes ; — 

4 To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  : 

A beam  of  heaven — a vital  ray, 

’Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

AfF  5 Oh  ! change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine  ; 

Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


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L.  M.  Medway.  Sunderland. 
O"  Grief  for  the  Sins  and  Miseries  of  Men. 

AfT  ARISE,  my  tender  thoughts,  arise ; 

Let  torrents  drown  my  weeping  eyes  ; 

And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  eanst,  not  heal. 

2 See  human  beings  sunk  in  shame; 

See  scandals  poured  on  Jesus’  name; 

See  God  insulted  through  his  Son, 

The  world  abused — the  soul  undone. 

3 My  heart  with  reverence  hears  thy  word, 
And  trembles  at  thy  threatenings,  Lord; 

I know  the  wretched,  dreadful  end, 

To  which  their  careless  steps  descend. 

4 But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 

It  can  but  weep,  where  most  it  loves ; 

Great  God,  thy  saving  grace  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 


GOSPEL. 

S.  M.  Mornington.  Dover, 
vl  God's  Purpose  of  Mercy . 

THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
His  Godhead  from  his  throne ; 

Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 
By  which  he  will  be  known. 

2 Ye  dying  souls,  that  sit 
In  darkness  and  distress, 

Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
To  his  recovering  grace, 
mf  3 Pinners  shall  hear  the  sound  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, 

Their  righteousness  and  strength  are  found 
In  thee,  O Lord,  alone. 

4 In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  guilt  forgiven  ; 

Thou  wilt  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 

And  take  the  saints  to  heaven. 

62  L.  M.  Ralston.  Malden. 

MAY  not  tne  sovereign  Lord  on  high 
Dispense  his  favors  as  he  will ; 

Choose  some  to  life,  while  others  die, 

And  yet  be  just  and  gracious  still ? 


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2 Shall  man  reply  against  the  Lord, 

And  call  his  Maker’s  ways  unjust, 

The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 
Can  crush  a thousand  worlds  to  dust? 

3 But,  O my  soul,  if  truths  so  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight, 

Yet  still  his  written  will  obey. 

And  wait  the  great  decisive  day. 

L.  M.  Alfreton.  Duke  Street. 

63  Object  cf  Christ's  Advent. 

NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear; 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 

No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there 
p 2 Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 

He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

— 3 Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour’s  word  ; 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live; 
f A thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a thousand  blessings  give. 

64  C.  M.  Corinth.  Dundee. 

COME,  happy  souls — approach  your  God 

With  new,  melodious  songs; 

Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2 So  strange — so  boundless  was  the  love 
p That  pitied  dying  men, 

— The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 

To  give  them  life  again. 

3 Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  armed 
With  a revencing  rod  ; 

No  hard  commission  to  perform — 

The  vengeance  of  a God. 
p 4 But  all  was  mercy — all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 

— When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 

And  brought  salvation  down. 

5 Here,  sinners,  come  and  heal  your  wounds 
Come,  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 

Come,  trust  the  mighty  Saviour’s  name, 

And  you  shall  never  die. 


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6 See,  dearest.  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 
f We  bless  the  great  Redeemer’s  love, 

And  give  the  Father  praise. 

65  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune, 

Let  all  the  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2 Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chose, 

And  bade  him  raise  our  ruined  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes, 
p 3 His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4 ’Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 

When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

— 5 Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrows  cease  ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offered  peace, 
p 6 Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
f And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

H.  M.  Murray. 

OO  Proclamation  of  the  Gospel. 

mp”  HARK — hark — the  notes  of  joy, 

Roll  o’er  the  heavenly  plains  I 
And  seraphs  find  employ, 

For  their  sublimest  strains. 

C Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known, 
ff  Loud  ring  the  harps  around  the  throne, 
mp"  2 Hark— hark— the  sounds  draw  nigh, 

— The  joyful  hosts  descend  j 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend, 

He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race, 
f He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 


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h 3 Bear — bear  the  tidings  round, 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

>■  What  pity  he  can  show. — 

«<  Ye  winds  that  blow — ye  waves  that  roll, 
f Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole  1 
»»  4 Strike — strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel’s  name  ; 

Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 

And  loud  his  grace  proclaim. 

< Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
ff  ’Tis  God  the  Saviour’s  praise  we  sing  ! 

C.  M.  Cambridge.  Marlow. 
6 7 The  Gospel  hailed. 

SALVATION! — oh, the  joyful  sound  ! 

’Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 

A sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A cordial  for  our  fears, 
p 2 Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell’s  dark  door  we  lay  ; — 

— But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 

To  see  a heavenly  day. 
f 3 Salvation  ! — let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around  ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

L.  M.  Uxbridge.  Duke  Street. 
68  The  Object  of  the  Gospel. 

»»  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

Sent  to  the  nations  from  above : 

Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2 This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 

To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ; 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creatuie,  man. 

3 The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive  j 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live : 

Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh, 

And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

4 May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 

Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 

The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


284 


HYMNS. 


00  L.  M.  Alfreton.  Dunstan. 

The  Gospel  originating  in  Sovereign  Mercy. 
GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 

Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known: 

Here  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 

And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2 Here  sinners,  of  an  humble  frame, 

May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name ; 

May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 

The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3 Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A orighter  world  beyond  the  skies  ; 

Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

4 Oh  ! grant  us  grace,  almighty  Lord  ! 

To  read,  and  mark  thy  holy  word  ; 

Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 

And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

ij.  M.  Canterbury.  Barby. 

• vl  Salvation  by  Grace . 

p LORD,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults, 

How  great  dur  guilt  has  been  ; 

Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 

And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 
f 2 But,  oh  my  soul,  forever  praise, 

Forever  love  his  name, 

Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

— 3 ’Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
f But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

— 4 ’Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  : 

’Tis  by  the  water,  and  the  blood, 

Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 
p 5 ’Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 

The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 
f 6 Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew: 

And  justified  by  grace, 

We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 

And  see  our  Father’s  face. 


HYMNS, 


285 


71  L.  M.  Uxbridge, 

i*  NOW  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 

Be  everlasting  honors  given  ; 

He  saves  from  hell — we  bless  his  name, 

He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

2 Not  for  our  duties,  or  deserts, 

But.  of  his  own  abundant  grace, 

He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 

And  forms  a people  for  his  praise. 

3 ’Twas  his  own  purpose  that  begun 
To  rescue  rebels  doomed  to  die  ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4 Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father’s  counsels  known  j 
Declares  the  great  transaction  past, 

And  brings  immortal  blessings  down, 
p 5 He  dies — and  in  that  dreadfu!  night, 

— Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy  ; 
f He  rose  ! and  brought  our  heaven  to  light, 

And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

72  S.  M.  Silver  Street.  PentonviUe. 
GRACE  ! — tis  a charming  sound ! 

Harmonious  to  the  ear ! 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2 Grace  first  contrived  a way, 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  its  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3 Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  : 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I meet, 

While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4 Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days: 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

C.  M.  Lanesboro’.  Princeton. 
• ” The  divine  Character  exhibited  in  the  Gospel 
FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise ! 


286 


HYMNS, 


Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2 Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 
Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 

And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour, 

We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3 But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 
To  save  rebellious  worms, 

Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms  ; — 

4 Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a creature  guess 

Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone — 

The  justice  or  the  grace, 
f 5 Now,  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 

Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel’s  name, 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6 Oh,  may  I bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song! 

Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 


CHRIST. 

L.  M.  Park  Street. 

• 4 Nativity  of  the  Saviour. 

WAKE,  O my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn, 

For  unto  us  a Saviour’s  born  ; 

See,  how  the  angels  wing  their  way, 

To  usher  in  the  glorious  day  ! 
p 2 Hark  ! what  sweet  music — what  a song — 
< Sounds  from  the  bright,  celestial  throng! 
p Sweet  song — whose  melting  sounds  impart 
mf  Joy  to  each  raptured,  listening  heart. 

3 Come,  join  the  angels  in  the  sky, 

Glory  to  God  who  reigns  on  high  ; 
p Let  peace  and  love  on  earth  abound, 
f While  time  revolves  and  years  roll  round. 

75  7s.  Adullum.  Pilton. 

t»  HARK  ’.—the  herald  angels  sing, 

“ Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 


HYMNS. 


287 


Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 

God  and  sinners  reconciled  !” 

2 Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 

With  th’  angelic  host  proclaim, 

“ Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem.” 

3 Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by, 

Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die, 

Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth. 

Born,  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4 Vailed  in  flesh — the  Godhead  see, 

Hail  th’  incarnate  Deity  ; 

Pleased  as  man  with  men  t’  appear, 

See  the  great  Immanuel  here. 

5 Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace ! 

Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

76  8s  & 7s.  Greenville; 

p"  HARK  ! — what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 

< Lo  ! th’  angelic  host  rejoices, 

f Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

p 2 Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
f “ Glory  in  the  highest — glory  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 
p 3 Peace  on  earth — good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found.” 

< “ Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven” — 

f Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4 Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing! 

AfF  Oh  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
f 5 Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name — and  taste  his  joy  j 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

77  S.  M.  Southfield.  PentonvilU*. 
’•  BEHOLD  ! the  grace  appears, 

The  blessing  promised  long ; 

Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near, 

In  this  triumphant  song : 


238 


HYMNS. 


2 “ Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 
Good-will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer’s  birth  !” 

3 In  worship  so  divine 

Let  men  employ  their  tongues ; 
With  the  celestial  host  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs — 

4 “ Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth  ; 
Good-will  to  men — to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer’s  birth  !” 


78  C.  M.  Devize*.  Conway. 

f »»  HIGH  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes, 

And  join  th’  angelic  throng  ; 

For  angels  no  such  love  have  known, 

To  wake  the  cheerful  song. 

2 Good-will  to  sinful  men  is  shown, 

FAnd  peace  on  earth  is  given  ; 

For  lo  ! th’  incarnate  Saviour  comes 
With  messages  from  heaven. 

>■  3 Justice  and  grace,  with  sweet  accord, 

< His  rising  beams  adorn  ; 
f Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  join — 

To  us  a Saviour’s  born. 

4 Glory  to  God  ! in  highest  strains, 

In  highest  words  be  paid  ; 

His  glory  by  our  lips  proclaimed, 

And  by  our  lives  displayed. 

79  S.  M.  St.  Tbomas.  Pentonville. 

WE  come  with  joyful  song, 

To  hail  this  happy  morn  : 

Glad  tidings  from  an  angel’s  tongue, 

“ This  day  is  Jesus  born  !” 

2 What  transports  doth  his  name 
To  sinful  men  afford  ! 
f His  glorious  titles  we  proclaim — 

A Saviour — Christ — the  Lord ! 

3 Glory  to  God  on  high, 

All  hail  the  happy  morn  : 

We  join  the  anthems  of  the  sky, 

And  sing — “ The  Saviour’s  bom !” 


HYMNS. 


289 


8s,  7a  & 4.  Greenvfllo. 

oU  Call  to  worship  the  new-born  Saviour . 
ANGELS  ! from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o’er  all  the  earth; 

Ye,  who  sang  creation’s  story, 

Now  proclaim  Messiah’s  birth: 
p Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

— 2 Shepherds  ! in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o’er  your  flocks  by  night  j 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 

Yonder  shines  the  heavenly  light  • 
p Come  and  worship) — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3 Saints  ! before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

— Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear : 
p Come  and  worship) — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4 Sinners  ! wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 

— Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you  [f  ”]  break  your  chains: 
p Come  and  worship) — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

8s  & 7s.  Siciliau  Hymn. 

5)1  Christ  welcomed  as  a Saviour . 

HAIL,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ! 

From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2 Israel’s  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art; 

Long  desired  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  waiting  heart ; — 

3 Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a child— yet  God  our  King, 

Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4 By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

19 


290 


HYMNS, 


82 


C.  M.  Howard’s.  Bolton. 

Design  of  Christ’s  Advent. 


HARK ! the  giad  sound  ! the  Saviour  comes, 
The  Saviour  promised  long ! 

Let  every  heart  prepare  a throne, 

And  every  voice  a song. 

2 He  comes — the  prisoner  to  release, 

In  Satan’s  bondage  held  : 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3 He  comes — from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 

And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night — 

To  pour  celestial  day. 

4 He  comes — the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 

And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T’  enrich  the  humble  poor, 
f 5 Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
ff  And  heaven’s  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


TO  us  a Child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a Son  is  given  : 

Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 

Him,  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

2 His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Forevermore  adored, 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 

The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

3 His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread  ; 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know  ; 

Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 

And  peace  abound  below. 

4 To  us  a Child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a Son  is  given— 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counselloi, 

The  mighty  Lord  of  heaven. 

84  7s.  Adullum.  Lincoln. 

BRIGHT  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 

For  to  us  a Child  is  born  ; 


83 


C.  M. 

Names  of  Christ. 


Arlington. 


HYMNS. 


291 


From  the  highest  realms  of  heaven 
Unto  us  a Son  is  given. 

2 On  his  shoulder  he  shall  bear 
Power  and  majesty — and  wear, 

On  his  vestuie  and  his  thigh, 

Names  most  awful — names  most  high. 

3 Wonderful  in  counsel  he, 

Christ,  th’  incarnate  Deity, 

Sire  of  ages  ne’er  to  cease, 

King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  Peace 

4 Come  and  worship  at  his  feet, 

Yield  to  him  the  homage  meet} 

From  his  manger  to  his  throne, 

Homage  due  to  God  alone. 

► S.  M.  Paddington.  Eastbunu 

REJOICE  in  Jesus’  birth  ! 

To  us  a Son  is  given, 

To  us  a Child  is  born  on  earth, 

Who  made  both  earth  and  heaven  ! 

2 He  reigns  above  the  sky, 

This  universe  sustains — 

The  God  supreme — the  Lord  most  high, 

The  king  Messiah  reigns  ! 

3 Th’  almighty  God — is  he, 

Author  of  heavenly  bliss  ! 

The  Father  of  Eternity, 

The  glorious  Prince  of  Peace ! 

4 His  government  shall  grow, 

From  strength  to  strength  proceed  ; 

His  righteousness  the  church  o'erflow, 

And  ali  the  earth  o’erspread. 

t L.  M.  Uxbridge.  Brewer. 

* Deity  and  Humanity  of  Christ. 

BEFORE  the  heavens  were  spread  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word  ; 

With  God  he  was — the  Word  was  God ! 

And  must  divine’.y  be  adored. 

2 By  his  own  power  were  all  things  made; 

By  him  suppoited,  all  things  stand  } 

He  is  the  whole  creation’s  head, 

And  angels  fly  at  his  cominand. 


292 


HYMNS, 


3 Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 

He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars : 

His  generation  who  cart  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  his  years  ? 

4 But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms: 

The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 

That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

5 Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 

Th’  eternal  Father’s  only  Son : 

How  full  of  truth — how  full  of  grace  ! 

When  in  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone  I 

6 Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 

The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

L.  M.  Winchester.  Rotterdam. 
cW  Deity,  Humiliation , and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 
NOW  for  a tune  of  lofty  praise 
To  great  Jehovah’s  equal  Son  ! 

Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays, 

Tell  loud  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2 Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  those  bright  robes  he  wore  above : 

How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 

On  wings  of  everlasting  love  ! 
p 3 Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

Th’  almighty  captive  prisoner  lay  ; — 
f Th’  almighty  captive  left  the  earth, 

And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

4 Among  a thousand  harps  and  songs, 

Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns: 

His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 

And  echoes  through  the  heavenly  plains  ! 

L.  M.  Truro.  Sharon. 

Divine  Glory  displayed  in  the  Person  of  Christ. 
ti  NOW  to  the  Lord  a noble  song ! 

Awake,  my  soul — awake, my  tongue  j 
Hosanna  to  th’  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2 See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus’  face, 

The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  j 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 


HYMNS. 


293 


3 Grace ! — tis  a sweet,  a charming  theme — 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus’  name  ! 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  : 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

4 Oh  ! may  I reach  that  happy  place 
Where  he  unvails  his  lovely  face  ! 

Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 

And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

L.  M.  Rotterdam.  Old  Hundred. 

* God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father. 
BRIGHT  King  of  glory — dreadful  God, 

Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 

And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2 A thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright. 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity; 

But  who,  among  the  sons  of  light, 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee? 

3 Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 

Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 

Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A full  equality  with  God. 

4 Now  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  King, 

With  equal  honors  be  adored  : 

His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 

And  all  the  nations  own  him  Lord. 

H.  M.  Watertown.  Murray. 

* Christ  a Prophet , Priest , and  King . 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

That  ever  mortals  knew, 

Or  angels  ever  bore  : 

All  are  to  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 

Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 

2 Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongues  shall  bless  thy  name; 

By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came, — 

The  joyful  news  of  sins  fo'given, 

Of  hell  subdued— and  peace  with  heaven 

3 Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 


294 


HYMNS. 


Our  guilty  conscience  needs 
No  sacrifice  beside : 

His  precious  blood  did  once  atone, 

And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4 O thou  almighty  Lord, 

Our  Conqueror,  and  our  King  ; 

Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing: 

Thine  is  the  power — oh  make  us  sit 

In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet. 

C.  M.  Litchfield.  Corinth. 

**  *-  Christ  a Merciful  High  Priest . 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 

His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2 Touched  with  a sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 

For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3 He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4 Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power ; 

mf  We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 

>•  In  each  distressing  hour. 


C.  M.  Medford.  Marlow. 

92  Christ  our  Intercessor . 

JESUS,  by  his  own  precious  blood, 

Ascends  above  the  skies  ; 

And  . in  the  presence  of  our  God, 

Shows  his  own  sacrifice. 

2 Jesus  is  king! — behold  him  reign 
On  Zion’s  heavenly  hill : 

He  seems  the  Lamb  that  had  been  slain, 

And  wears  his  priesthood  still. 

3 He  ever  lives  to  intercede, 

By  virtue  of  his  blood  ; 

And  ceases  not  for  all  to  plead, 

Who  come  by  him  to  God. 


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qq  L.  M.  Rothwell.  Shoel. 

Peace  and  Hope  through,  Christ’s  Intercession . 
f HE  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! — 

What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 

— And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 

He  pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears  ; 

But  in  the  Saviour’s  lovely  face, 
p>  Sweet  mercy  smiles — and  all  is  peace  ! 
f 3 Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts — 
Above  our  fears — above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise  ; 

And  guilt  recedes — and  terror  dies. 

— 4 In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 

When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 

Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 

Thai  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5 Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 

On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend  ; 

Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 

S.  M.  Dover.  Pentonville. 

“4  Christ’s  Exaltation  and  Intercession . 
f JESUS,  the  conqueror,  reigns, 

[n  glorious  strength  arrayed  ; 

His  kingdom  over  all  maintains, 

And  bids  the  earth  be  glad. 

2 Ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice 
In  Jesus’  mighty  love: 

Lift  up  your  heart — lift  up  your  voice, 

To  him  who  rules  above. 

3 Extol  his  kingly  power, 

Adore  th’  exalted  Son, 

Who  died,  but  lives,  to  die  no  more, 

High  on  his  father’s  throne. 

4 Our  advocate  with  God, 

He  undertakes  our  cause, 

And  spreads  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  victory  of  his  cioss. 

95  8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

JESUS,  hail ! enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  j 


HYMNS. 


All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father’s  side. 

2 There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading— 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 

Thou  for  us  art  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3 Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  : 

Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 

4 Help,  ye  bright,  angelic  spirits  ! 

Bring  your  loudest,  noblest  lays ; 

Help  to  sing  our  Saviour’s  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel’s  praise. 

L.  M.  Danvers.  Alfretou. 

Christ  a living  and  almighty  Saviour. 

THE  Saviour  lives,  no  more  to  die : 

He  lives,  the  Lord  enthroned  on  high: 

He  lives,  triumphant  o’er  the  grave: 

He  lives,  eternally  to  save  ! 

2 He  lives,  to  still  his  servants’  fears  : 

He  lives,  to  wipe  away  their  tears  : 

He  lives,  their  mansions  to  prepare : 

He  lives,  to  bring  them  safely  there  ! 

3 Ye  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Dismiss  vour  gloomy  doubts  and  fears: 

With  cheerful  hope  your  hearts  revive, 

For  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive  ! 

4 His  saints  he  loves — and  never  leaves; 

The  contrite  sinner  he  receives : 

Abundant  grace  will  he  afford, 

Till  all  are  present  with  the  Lord  ! 

C.  M.  Patino*.  Oakland. 

God  reconciled  in  Christ. 

DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 

Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2 ’Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death, 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 

’Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath, 

The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 


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3 Till  God  in  human  form  I see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  : 

The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terror  to  my  mind. 

f 4 But  if  Immanuel’s  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  : 

His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 

His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5 While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 

1 love  the  incarnate  mystery, 

And  there  I fix  my  trust. 

_ Q C.  M.  Stamford.  Nottingham. 

Access  to  God  by  a Mediator. 

COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Up  to  the  courts  above, 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there 
Upon  a throne  of  love. 

2 Come,  let  us  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 

Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

3 The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 
Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 

f High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 

And  reach  th’  almighty  throne. 

4 To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 

And  glory  to  th’  eternal  King 
Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

C.  M.  Grafton.  Barby. 

09  Miracles  of  Christ. 

JESUS,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 

When  vailed  in  human  clay, 

To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 

And  drive  disease  away? 

2 Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar’s  cry, 

And  give  the  blind  to  see  ? — 

Jesus,  thou  Son  of  David,  hear — 

Have  mercy,  too,  on  me  ! 

3 And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  wo, 

And  sight  and  health  restore? — 

Oh  pity,  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 

Which  needs  thy  mercy  more ! 


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4 Didst  thou  thy  trembling  servant  raise, 
When  sinking  in  the  wave  ? — 

1 perish,  Lord  ! — oh,  save  my  soul! 

For  thou  alone  canst  save. 

"I  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Divinity  of  Christ  proved  by  his  Miracles . 
BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ! 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live! 

The  dumb  speak  wonders — and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 

2 Thus  doth  th’  Eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son  ; 

The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 

While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

p 3 He  dies ! — the  heavens  in  mourning  stood  j 
— He  rises,  and  appears  a God  ; 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 

No  more  to  bleed — no  more  to  die. 

4 Hence,  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 

And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 

Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

L.  M.  Medway.  Bath. 

1 U A Christ  a Pattern  for  his  Followers. 

MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 

1 read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2 Such  was  thy  truth — and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father’s  will, 

Such  love — and  meekness  so  divine, 

I would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3 Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer : 

The  desert  thy  temptations  knew. 

Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4 Be  thou  my  pattern — make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

102  C.  M.  Nottingham.  Litchfield. 

BEHOLD,  where,  in  a mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 


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The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 

With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2 To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 

To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 

Was  his  divine  employ. 

3 Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

He.  meek  and  patient,  stood  ; 

His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life, 

Who  labored  for  their  good. 

4 When  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father’s  throne, 

With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 

‘Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done!’ 

5 Be  Christ  our  pattern,  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear ! 

Oh  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 

His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 

103  C.  M.  Nottingham.  MeUfield. 

JESUS  ! exalted  far  on  high, 

To  whom  a name  is  given  ; 

A name  surpassing  every  name, 

That’s  known  in  earth  or  heaven  ! 

2 Before  thy  throne  shall  every  knee 
Bow  down  with  one  accord  : 

Before  thy  throne  shall  every  tongue 
Confess  that  thou  art  Lord. 

3 .Tesus ! thou,  in  the  form  of  God, 

Didst  equal  honor  claim  ; 

Yet,  to  redeem  our  guilty  souls, 

Didst  sloop  to  death  and  shame ! 

4 Oh  ! may  that  mind  in  us  be  formed, 

Which  shone  so  bright  in  thee  ; 

An  humble,  meek,  and  lowly  mind, 

F»om  pride  and  envy  free! 

5 To  others  we  would  stoop,  and  learn 
To  emulate  thy  love  ; 

So  shall  we  bear  thine  image  here, 

And  share  thy  throne  above. 

104  C.  M.  Nottingham.  Petertioro’. 

IN  duties  and  in  sufferings  too, 

Thy  path,  my  Lord,  I’d  trace  ; 


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As  thou  hast  done — so  would  I do, 

Depending  on  thy  grace. 

2 Inflamed  with  zeal,  ’twas  thy  delight 
To  do  thy  Father’s  will ; 

Oh  may  that  zeal  my  soul  excite, 

Thy  precepts  to  fulfil. 

3 Meekness,  humility,  and  love, 

Through  all  thy  conduct  shine; 

Oh  may  my  whole  deportment  prove 
A copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

105  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

MAKE  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 

Dear  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee  ! 

Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 

To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ! 

2 Oh,  how  benevolent,  and  kind  ! 

How  mild  ! — how  ready  to  forgive ! 

Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

3 To  do  his  heavenly  Father’s  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 
Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

4 But  ah  ! how  blind  ! — how  weak  we  are  ! 
Hovv  frail ! — how  apt  to  turn  aside  ! 

Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 

And  ask  tliy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

S.  M.  Hudson.  Haverhill. 

AUO  Christ  suffering  for  our  Sins. 

p LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 

Each  wandering  in  a different  way, 

But  all  the  downward  road. 

2 How  dreadftil  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd’s  head  ! 

— 3 How  glorious  was  the  erace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke! 

His  life  and  hlood  the  Shepherd  pays, 

A ransom  for  the  flock. 


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4 But  God  shall  raise  his  head 
O’er  all  the  sons  of  men, 

And  make  him  see  a numerous  seed, 

To  recompense  his  pain. 

5 “ i’ll  give  him,”  saith  the  Lord, 

“ A portion  with  the  strong: 

He  shall  possess  a large  reward, 

And  hold  his  honors  long.” 

C.  M.  Medfield.  Ferry. 

XUT  Humiliation  of  Christ . 

AND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 

The  sovereign  of  the  skies, 

Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 

That  guilty  man  might  rise  ! 

2 Yes — the  Redeemer  left  his  throne — 

His  radiant  throne  on  high — 

Surprising  mercy  ! — love  unknown  !— 

To  suffer — bleed — and  die. 

3 To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 

And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  wo, 

That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

4 He  took  the  dying  traitor’s  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead  j 

For  sinful  man — oh  wondrous  grace  ! — 

For  sinful  man — he  bled  ! 

5 O Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 
In  thine  atoning  blood 

By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 

And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

108  C.  M.  Dedham.  Medford. 

JESUS  ! and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 
For  miseries,  and  for  woes? 

And  didst  thou  bleed — and  groan — and  die, 

For  vile,  rebellious  foes? 

2 Victorious  love  ! what  tongue  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  thy  powerj 

Which  conquered  all  the  force  of  hell, 

In  that  tremendous  hour ! 

3 Is  there  a heart  that  will  not  bend 
To  thy  divine  control? — 

Descend,  O sovereign  love,  descend, 

And  melt  that  stubborn  soul. 


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4 Come,  dearest  Lord,  extend  thy  reign, 
Till  rebels  rise  no  more : 

Thy  praise  all  nature  then  shall  join, 
And  heaven  and  earth  adore. 


C.  M.  St.  Austin’*. 

109  Death  of  Christ  on  the  Cross . 

Aff  BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 

How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed — and  die  for  me  ! 

2 “ My  God,”  he  cries — all  nature  shakes, 

And  earth’s  strong  pillars  bend  ! 

The  temple’s  vail  in  sunder  breaks — 

The  solid  marbles  rend  ! 

3 “ ’Tis  tinished — now  the  ransom’s  paid — 
Receive  my  soul,”  he  cries  ; 

Behold  he  bows  his  sacred  head — 

>•  He  bows  his  head — and  dies  ! 
fit  4 But  soon  he’ll  break  death’s  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine: 

Aff  O Lamb  of  God— was  ever  pain, 

Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 

110  L.  M.  Medway.  Middlebury. 
STRETCHED  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies  j 
Hark  ! — his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 

See,  from  his  hands — his  feet — his  side, 
Descends  the  sacred — crimson  tide  1 

2 And  didst  thou  bleed — for  sinners  bleed? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed? 

No — he  withdrew  his  cheering  ray, 

And  darkness  vailed  the  mourning  day. 

3 Can  I survey  this  scene  of  wo, 

Where  mingling  grief  and  mercy  flow, 

And  yet  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

As  not  to  move  with  love  or  pain  ? 

4 Come — dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 

To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart, 

Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 

In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 

111  8s,  7s  & 4.  Greenville. 

HARK  ! the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ' 


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See  ! it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth — and  vails  the  sky  ! 

“ It  is  finished  !”• — 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  “ It  is  finished  !” — oh,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  through  Christ  the  Lord  ! 

“ It  is  finished  !” — 

Saints,  the  dying  words  record ! 
f 3 Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  j 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme : 

All  in  earth  and  heaven  uniting, 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel’s  name: 

Hallelujah ! 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

11^  C.  M.  Medfield.  Ely. 

A The  Atonement  the  only  Ground  of  Pardon. 

IN  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 
By  methods  of  our  own : 

Blest  Saviour,  nothing  but  thy  blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2 The  threatenings  of  thy  broken  law 
Impress  the  soul  with  dread : 

If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw. 

It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 

3 But  thy  atoning  sacrifice 
Hath  answered  all  demands  ; 

And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Come  to  us  by  thy  hands. 

4 ’Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  O Lord  ! 

’Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest : 

Forever  be  thy  love  adored, 

Thy  name  forever  blest. 

113  L.  M.  Ralston* 

HOW  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear. 

Great  God,  before  thine  awful  bar? 

How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  til’  eternal  mind  ? 

2 Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries, 

Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 

Not  infant  blood  profusely  spilt, 

Will  expiate  a sinner’s  guilt. 


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3 Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus — thine  alone, 

Hath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone : — 

Here  will  we  rest  our  only  plea, 

When  we  approach,  great  God,  to  thee. 

114  S.  M.  Olmutz.  Haverhill. 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 

Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 

A sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

Aff  3 My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a penitent  I stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4 My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there, 
f 5 Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 

We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

<g  .j  £ L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

-“■•*-**  Death  and  Resurrection  of  Christ. 
p HE  dies  ! — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 

Lo  ! Salem’s  daughters  weep  around ! 

A solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies  ! 

A sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

2 Ye  saints,  approach  ! — the  anguish  view 
Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load  j 

He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 

For  you  lie  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3 Here’s  love  and  grief  beyond  degree! 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! — 

f But,  lo  ! what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

4 The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 

IJp  to  his'Father’s  court  he  Hies; 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ! 


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5 Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 

Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  tyrant,  Death,  in  chains  1 

6 Say,  “ Live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  l’1 

Then  ask — u O death,  where  is  thy  sting ! 

And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  !” 

C.  M.  Warwick.  Brattle  Street. 
1 1 0 Sufficiency  of  the  At  onement. 

THERE  is  a fountain,  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Immanuel’s  veins  ; 

And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2 The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain,  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3 Thou  dying  Lamb  ! thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4 Since  first,  by  faith,  I saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be,  till  I die. 

p 5 And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave — 
f Then,  in  a nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I’ll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 


H ^ Christ  the  Rock  of  Ages. 

ROCK  of  ages  ! cleft  for  me, 

* Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  side,  a healing  flood, 

Be  of  fear  and  sin  the  cure. 

Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 
2 Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 

Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 

In  my  hand  no  price  I bring, 

Simply  to  thy  cross  I cling. 


Turin. 


HYMNS. 


3 While  I draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye  lids  close  in  death, 
When  I rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages  ! cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


L.  M.  Medway.  Middlcbury. 
Christ  the  Physician  of  the  Soul. 

DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made  j 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a cure  ? 

In  vain,  alas  ! is  nature’s  aid  ; 

The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 

2  But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 

To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 

Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 

Yes,  there’s  a great  physician  near; 

Look  up,  my  fainting  soul,  and  live  ! 
fcoe,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  help  as  nature  cannot  give  ! 

4 See,  in  the  Saviour’s  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow  ! 

’Tis  only  that  dear  sacred  flood 
Can  ease  thy  pain — and  heal  thy  wo. 

119  L.  M.  Hebron.  Nazareth. 

WHY  droops  my  soul,  with  grief  oppressed  ? 
Whence  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast? 

Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound? 

No  kind  physician  to  be  found  ? 

2 Raise  to  the  cross  thy  tearful  eyes  j 
Behold  the  Prince  of  glory  dies  ! 

He  dies,  extended  on  the  tree, 

And  sheds  a sovereign  balm  for  thee. 

3 Dear  Saviour,  at  thy  feet  f lie, 

Here  to  receive  a cure,  or  die  ; 

But  grace  forbids  that  painful  fear — 

Almighty  grace,  which  triumphs  here. 

4 Thou  wilt  withdraw  the  poisoned  dart, 

Bind  up  and  heal  the  wounded  heart ; 

With  blooming  health  my  face  adorn, 

And  change  the  gloomy  night  to  morn. 


HYMNS. 


307 


f 5 Exult,  my  soul,  with  holy  joy  j 
Hosannas  be  thy  blest  employ, 

Salvation  thine  eternal  theme, 

And  swell  the  song  with  Jesus’  name. 

S.  M.  Penlonville.  St.  Thomai. 
120  Christ  the  Bread  of  Life. 

BEHOLD  the  gift  of  God  ! 

Sinners,  adore  his  name, 

Who  shed  for  us  his  precious  blood — 

Who  bore  our  curse  and  shame. 

2 Behold  the  living  bread 
Which  Jesus  came  to  give, 

By  dying  in  the  sinner’s  stead, 

That  he  might  ever  live. 

3 The  Lord  delights  to  give  ; 

He  knows  you’ve  nought  to  buy: 

To  Jesus  haste — this  bread  receive, 

And  you  shall  never  die. 

fcy-i  S.  M.  Pentonville.  Dover. 

Christ  the  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

Thou  day-star  from  on  high ; 

The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 

Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2 Oh  let  thy  rising  beams 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

Come  like  the  morning  light. 

3 How  beauteous  nature  now  ! — 

How  dark  aivl  sad  before  ! — 

With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 

And  nature’s  God  adore. 

4 May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

122  7b.  Turin.  Sabbath. 

CHRTST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 

Christ,  the  true,  the*  only  light, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o’er  the  shades  of  night:  - 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near  j 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 


303 


HYMNS. 


2 Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me  ; 

Joyless  is  the  day’s  return, 

Till  thy  mercy’s  beams  I see ; 

Till  they  inward  light  impart, 

Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3 Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief ; 

Fiil  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief : 

More  and  more  thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  Jay. 
gyty  8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Christ  the  Light  of  the  World. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  I 
Rise  on  us,  tnyself  revealing, 

Rise,  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath. 

2 Thou,  of  life  and  light  Creator  ! 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise  ; 

Scatter  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pour  the  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3 Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart ; 

Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  meek  and  contrite  heart. 

4 Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

Oh  thou  Prince  of  peace  and  love! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Fix  our  hearts  on  things  above. 

5 By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

7s.  Hotham. 

124  Christ  a Refuge . 

JESUS,  Saviour  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly  ; 

While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  : 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed  ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I bring: 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


HYMNS. 


309 


2 Other  refuge  have  I none — 

Helpless  hangs  my  soul  on  thee : 

Leave,  oh  ! leave  me  not  alone ! 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

Hide  me,  O my  Saviour!  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh  receive  my  soy?  at  last ! 

C.  M.  Franklin.  Dedham. 

Christ  the  Way , Truth , and  Life . 

THOU  art  the  wav — to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 

And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 

Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2 Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 
True  wisdom  can  impart; 

Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 

And  purify  the  heart. 

3 Thou  art  the  life — the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm, 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4 Thou  art  the  way — the  truth — the  lffe  j 
Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 

That  truth  to  keep — that  life  to  win, 

Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

126  S.  M.  Hudson.  St.  Thomas. 

JESUS,  my  truth,  my  way, 

My  sure,  unerring  light, 

On  thee  my  feeble  soul  1 stay, 

Which  thou  wilt  lead  aright. 

2 My  wisdom,  and  my  guide, 

My  counsellor  thou  art ; 

Oh  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 

Or  from  thy  paths  depart ! 

H.  M.  Darwell’s.  Triumph. 

A 2 7 Resurrection  of  Christ. 

YES  ! the  Redeemer  rose, 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 

And  o’er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head  ; 

In  wild  dismay,  I Fall  to  the  ground, 

The  guards  around  | And  sink  away. 


310 


HYMNS. 


2 Behold  th’  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet. 

Joyful  they  come,  I From  realms  of  day 
And  wing  their  way  | To  Jesus1  tomb. 

3 Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly 
The  joyful  news  to  bear — 

Hark  ! — as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air ! 

Their  anthems  say — 1 Hath  left  the  dead— 

“Jesus,  who  bled,  | He  rose  to-day.” 

4 Ve  mortals  ! catch  the  sound — 
Redeemed  by  him  from  hell, 

And  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported,  cry — I Hath  left  the  dead, 

“ Jesus,  who  bled,  | No  more  to  die.” 

128  7s.  Bath  Abbey.  Lincoln, 

f »»  ANGELS  ! roll  the  rock  away  ! 

Death  ! yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  ! 

See! — he  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Rises  with  immortal  hloom. 

2 ’Tis  the  Saviour — seraphs,  raise 
Your  triumphant  shouts  of  praise  ; 

Let  the  earth’s  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3 Lift,  ye  saints — lift  up  your  eyes  ! 

Now  to  glory  see  him  rise ! 

Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road 
Hail  and  sing  th’  incarnate  God. 

4 Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide: 

Gracious  conqueror,  through  them  ride, 

King  of  glory  ! mount  thy  throne, 

Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

flf  5 Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 

Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 

Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 

Praise  him  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

129  C.  M.  Howard’s.  Litchfield. 
BLEST  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 

That  saw  him  triumph  o’er  the  dust, 

And  leave  his  dark  abode. 


HYMNS. 


311 


p 2 In  the  cold  prison  of  a tomb 
The  great  Redeemer  lay — 

— - Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th’  appointed  day. 

3 Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 
To  hold  the  Lord  in  vain  ; 
f Behold  the  mighty  conqueror  rise, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 


4 To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 
These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
ff  And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim, 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 


130 


S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Paddington* 
Redemption  completed  by  the  Resurrection* 


Solo. 

»i  “ THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !”■ — 

Semi-chorus. 

Then  justice  asks  no  more  ; 

Mercy  and  truth  are  now  agreed, 
Who  stood  opposed  before. 

Solo. 

2 **  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !” — 

Semi-chorus., 

Then  is  his  work  performed  ; 

The  miehty  captive  now  is  freed, 
And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 

Solo. 

3 “ The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !” — 

Semi-chorus. 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey: 

With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 


Solo. 

4 “ The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !”■ — 

Semi-chorus. 

Attending  angels  hear; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 

The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

Chorus. 

ff  5 Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 

Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs, 

To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

131  7s.  Edyfieid.  Lincoln. 


CHRrST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day : 


312 


HYMNS, 


He  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 

Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

2 Lo!  he  rises — mighty  King! 

Where,  O death  ! is  now  thy  sting? 

Lo  ! he  claims  his  native  sky  ! 

Grave ! where  is  thy  victory  ? 

3 Sinners!  see  your  ransom  paid, 

Peace  with  God  forever  made  : 

With  your  risen  Saviour,  rise  ; 

Claim  with  him  tne  purchased  skies. 

4 Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 

Our  triumphant  holy  day: 

Loud  the  song  of  victory  raise  ; 

Shout  the  great  Redeemer’s  praise. 

132  7s.  Pilton.  Lincoln, 

CHRIST,  the  Lord,  i3  risen  to-day, 

Sons  of  men,  and  angels,  say  ! 

Raise  your  songs  of  triumph  high  ; 

Sing,  ye  heavens — and  earth,  reply  ! 

2 Love’s  redeeming  work  is  done, 

.JFought  the  fight — the  battle  won: 

Lo  ! our  sun’s  eclipse  is  o’er — 

Lo  ! he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3 Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal — 

Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell: 

Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 

Christ  hath  opened  paradise. 

4 Lives  again  our  glorious  King — 

Where,  O death,  is  now  thy  sting? 

Once  he  died,  our  souls  to  save — 

Where  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 

5 Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  head  : 

Made  like  him — like  him  we  rise, 

Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies  ! 

-g  qq  7s.  Lincoln.  Edyfidd. 

*****  Darkness  of  the  Tomb  scattered  by  Christ . 
MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 

Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ! 

Day  of  triumph  ! through  the  skies, 

See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2 Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 

Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  j 


HYMNS. 


313 


Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3 Christians,  dry  your  flowing  tears  3 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears ; 

Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 

Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save 

8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

l-£54 : Christ t the  Lamby  enthroned  and  worshipped 

HARK,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above — 

Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love  : 

See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 

Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2 Jesus,  hail ! whose  glory  brightens 
All  above,  and  gives  it  worth  ; 

Lord  of  life — thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3 King  of  glory,  reign  forever — 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  : 

Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own  j 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 

Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

4 Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing; 

Bring — oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away : 

Then  with  golden  harps,  we’ll  sing — 

“ Glory,  glory  to  our  King.” 

135  C.  M.  Devizes.  Marlow, 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amid  his  Father’s  throne  ; 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

2 Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 

And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3 Those  are  the  prayers  ot  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise ; 


314 


HYMNS. 


Jesus  Is  kind  to  our  complaints, 

He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4 Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 
Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 

Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

5 Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  : 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  his  head. 

136  C.  M.  Nottingham.  Medford. 

HE,  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 

Now,  seated  on  th’  eternal  throne, 

The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2 His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 
With  an  unerting  skill  ; 

And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 

Obey  his  sovereign  will. 

3 While  harps  unnumbered  sound  his  praise, 
In  yonder  world  above  ; 

His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 

And  glory  in  his  love. 

4 When  troubles,  like  a burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head  ; 

To  this  almighty  rock  they  run, 

And  find  a pleasing  shade. 

5 How  glorious  he — how  happy  they, 

In  such  a glorious  friend  ! 

Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 

And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

•g  L.  M.  -Alfreton.  Uxbridge. 

* Christ  the  Lord  of  Angels. 

GREAT  God,  to  what  a glorious  height 
Hast  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son  ! 

Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 

Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2 Before  his  feet  their  armies  wait, 

And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 

To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 

In  works  of  vengeance,  or  of  love. 

3 Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 


HYMNS. 


315 


Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet, 

In  travelling  o’er  the  heavenly  road. 

4  Lord  ! when  we  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  shalt  bid  us  ri&e  and  come, 

Send  thy  beloved  angels  down 
Safe  to  conduct  our  spirits  home. 

1 QQ  L.  M.  Lowell.  Enfield. 

X oo  Christ  exalted  to  be  a Prince  and  a Saviour . 
EXALTED  Prince  of  Life  ! we  own 
The  royal  honors  of  thy  throne : 

’Tis  fixed  by  God’s  almighty  hand, 

And  seraphs  bow  at  thy  command. 

2  Exalted  Saviour ! we  confess 
The  sovereign  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 

Wide  may  thy  cross  thy  virtues  prove, 

And  conquer  millions  by  thy  love. 

-|  qq  C.  M.  Devizes.  Cambridge. 

Xo^f  Christ  crowned  as  Lord  of  All. 

ALL  hail,  the  great  Immanuel’s  name! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall  : 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2 Crown  him,  ye  mfartyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call  ; 

Praise  him  who  shed  for  you  his  blood, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3 Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel’s  race, 

A remnant  weak  and  small, 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4 Ye  gentile  sinners,  ne’er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5 Let  every  kindred — every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6 Oh  ! that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 

And  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


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316 

140  83,7,4  4.  Westborongh. 

•*  LOOK  ! ye  saints— the  sight  is  glorious  j 

See  the  man  of  sorrows  now, 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious  ,• 

Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow: 
f Crown  him! — Crown  him  ! — 

Crowns  become  the  victor’s  brow. 

2  Hark  ! — those  bursts  of  acclamation — 

Hark  ! — those  ioud,  triumphant  chords — 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  : 

Oh,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
ff  Crown  him  ! — Crown  him  t 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords ! 

. ^ 6s  & 4s.  Italian  Kymn.  America. 

141  Christ’ s final  Triumph. 

LET  us  awake  our  joys, 

Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice, 

Each  creature  sing — 

Angels,  begin  the  song, 

Mortals,  the  strain  prolong, 

In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 

“ Jesus  is  King.” 

2 Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 

Tell  of  his  matchless  fame : 

What  wonders  done  ! 

Shout  through  hell’s  dark  profound 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 

Till  heaven’s  high  arch  rebound, 

“ Victory  is  won.” 

3 He  vanquished  sin  and  hell, 

And  our  last  foe  will  quell ; 

Mourners,  rejoice  ! 

?His  dying  love  adore — 

Praise  him,  now  raised  in  power, 

Praise  him  forevermore, 

With  joyful  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 

When  through  the  heavenly  way 
Lo,  he  shall  come ! 

p While  they  who  pierced  him  wail — 

— His  promise  shall  not  fail ; 

«<  Saints,  see  your  King  prevail : — 
f Great  Saviour,  come. 


HYMNS. 


317 


C.  M.  Litchfield.  Corinth. 

Pity  and  Condescension  of  Christ. 

THE  Saviour!  oh,  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound! 

Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  delight  around. 

2 Here  pardon,  life,  and  joy  divine 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 

For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 

>.  And  doomed  to  endless  wo. 
p 3 Th’  almighty  Fortner  of  the  skies, 

Stoops  to  our  vile  abode  ; 

— While  angels  view  with  wondering  eyes, 
f And  hail  th’  incarnate  God. 

4 How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  bliss,  a boundless  store! 

Aff  Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine — 

I cannot  wish  for  more  ! 

5 On  thee  atone  my  hope  relies 3 
Beneath  thy  cross  I fall ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  all ! 

143  C.  M.  Covington.  Baldwin. 

BEHOLD  what  pity  touched  the  heart 
Of  God’s  eternal  Son  ; 

Descending  from  the  heavenly  court, 

He  left  his  Father’s  throne. 

2 His  living  power,  and  dying  love, 

Redeemed  unhappy  man, 

And  raised  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

3 To  thee,  O Lord,  our  noblest  powers 
We  joyfully  resign : 

Blest  Jesus,  take  11s  for  thy  own, 

For  vve  are  doubly  thine. 


144 


L.  M.  Brewer.  Montgomery. 
Safe  trusting  in  Christ. 

LET  everlasting  glories  crown 
Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  j 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down, 

And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2 In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  j 


318 


HYMNS, 


— With  deep  despair — the  spirit  breaks, 

Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3 llow  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 

Thy  promises — how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope,  our  comfort  stands ! 

145  L.  M.  Medway.  Hague. 

JESUS,  no  other  name  but  thine, 

Is  given  by  everlasting  love, 

To  lead  our  souls  to  joys  divine ; 

No  other  name  will  God  approve. 

2 Here  let  my  constant  feet  abide, 

Nor  from  the  heavenly  way  depart! 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  be  my  guide, 

Direct  my  steps — and  rule  my  heart. 

3 In  thee,  my  great  almighty  Friend, 

My  safety  dwells — and  peace  divine  3 

On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 

7s.  Pleyel’s  Hymn.  Edyficld. 
Redeeming  Love. 

NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 

Sing  of  mercy’s  healing  stream  : 

Ye,  who  Jesus’  kindness  prove, 

Sing  of  his  redeeming  love. 

2 Welcome  all, by  sin  oppressed, 

Welcome  all  to  Jesus’  rest. 

Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 

Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

3 He  subdued  tli’  infernal  powers, 

His  inveterate  foes,  and  ours  : 

These  he  from  their  empire  drove, 

Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

4 Hither,  then,  vo*’r  tribute  bring, 

Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string: 

Saints  below,  and  saints  above, 

Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

147  8s  & 78.  Sicilian  Hymn.  Messina 

SAVIOUR,  source  of  evety  blessing, 

Tune  niv  heart  to  grateful  lays  j 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 


HYMNS. 


319 


2 Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 

Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure 
While  i sing  redeeming  love. 

3 Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a stranger, 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 

Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4 By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I’m  come; 

Safe,  O Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 

Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

8s  & 7s.  Walpole.  Greenville. 

14.0  Christ  a Friend. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 

His  is  love  beyond  a brother’s, 

Costly — free — and  knows  no  end. 

Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could,  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? — 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

2 When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name, 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 

We,  alas  ! forget  too  often 
What  a Friend  we  have  above. 

8s  & 7s.  Greenville. 

149  Christ  dwelling  in  his  People. 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling! 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down: 

Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown* 

Jesus ! thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 

Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart ! 

2 Come  ! almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ! 

Suddenly  return — and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  1 


320 


HYMNS. 


Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above  ; 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 

-g  L.  M.  Uxbridge.  Duke  Street. 

•*“*'*”  Christ's  unchanging  Love  the  Safety  of  his  People . 

it  WHO  shall  the  Lord’s  elect  condemn? 

’Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls  j 
And  mercy,  like  a mighty  stream, 

O’er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2 Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 

’Tis  Christ  who  suffered  in  their  stead  ; 

And  their  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead  ! 

3 He  lives  ! — he  lives,  and  reigns  above, 
Forever  interceding  there  : 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  ? 

Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair? 

4 Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high — nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 

151  S.  M.  Pentonville.  Hudson. 

TO  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2 ’Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3 He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 

With  joys  divinely  great. 

4 Then  all  the  chosen  seed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne  ; 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known, 
f 5 To  our  Redeemer  God, 

Wisdom  with  power  belongs, 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  everlasting  songs. 


HYMNS. 


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1 52  C.  M.  Colchester.  St.  Ana’s. 

FIRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands. 

My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust; 

If  I am  found  in  Jesus’  hands, 

My  soul  can  ne’er  be  lost. 

2 His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 
The  meanest  of  his  sheep: 

All  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3 Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  e’er  remove 
His  favorites  from  his  breast; 

Safe,  on  the  bosom  of  his  love, 

Shall  they  forever  rest. 

C.  M.  Litchfield.  Corinth. 

lOo  Grateful  Remembrance  of  Christ. 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 

If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 

To  feel  a friend  is  nigh, — 

2 Oh  ! shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 
The  gratitude  we  owe 

To  him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 

And  save  from  death  and  wo  ! 

3 While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 
Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 

What  love  his  latest  words  displayed — 

“ Meet  and  remember  me  !” 

4 Remember  thee  ! — thy  death,  thy  shame— 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 

O memory  ! leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there ! 


1 tr  4 C.  M.  Grafton.  St.  Auatin’a. 

^ Godly  Sorrow  in  View  of  the  Sufferings  of  Christ, 
ALAS  ! and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a worm  as  I ? 


2 Was  it  for  crimes  that  I had  done, 
He  ip-oaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  ! — grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

21 


322 


HYMNS. 


3 Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  th’  almighty  Saviour,  died 
For  man,  the  rebel’s  sin. 

4 Thus  might  I hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5 But  drops  of  grief  can  ne’er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I owe  : 

Here,  Lord,  I give  myself  away — 

’Tis  all  that  I can  do. 

155  C.  M.  Patmos.  Barby. 

HOW  condescending,  and  how  kind 

Was  God’s  eternal  Son  ! 

Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 

And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2 This  was  compassion  like  a God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 

The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 

His  pity  ne’er  withdrew. 

3 Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  recoid  ; 

And  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt, 

Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

156  L.  M.  Medway. 

THOIJ  Prince  of  glory,  slain  for  me, 

Breathing  forgiveness  in  thy  prayer; 

That  loving,  melting  look  1 see, 

That  bursting  sigh,  that  tender  tear. 

2 Let  me  but  hear  thy  dying  voice 
Pronounce  forgiveness  in  my  breast ; 

My  trembling  spirit  shall  rejoice, 

And  feel  the  calm  of  heavenly  rest. 

3 Lord,  thine  atoning  blood  apply, 

And  life  or  death  is  sweet  to  me  ; 

In  life’s  last  hour,  thy  presence,  nigh, 

From  fear  shall  set  my  spirit  free. 

157  C.  M.  Barby.  Grafton. 

AND  can  mine  eyes,  without  a tear, 

A weeping  Saviour  see  ? 

Shall  1 not  weep  his  groans  to  hear, 

Who  groaned  and  died  for  me  ? 


: V 

Uxbridge. 


HYMNS. 


323 


2  Blest  Jesus  ! let  those  tears  of  thine 
Subdue  each  stubborn  foe  ; 

Come,  fill  my  heart  with  love  divine, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  flow. 

K C.  M.  Great  Milton. 

1 Oo  Love  of  Christ  celebrated . 

TO  our  Kedeemer’s  glorious  name 
Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 

Oh  may  his  love — immortal  flame!— 

Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2 His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ! 
What  mortal  tongue  display  ! 

Imagination’s  utmost  stretch 
in  w'onder  dies  away. 

3 Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 

“ The  Saviour  died  for  me  !” 

4 Oh  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 
t ill  every  heart  and  tongue, 

Tiil  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 

And  join  the  sacred  song. 

159  S.  M.  Dover.  Peutonville. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 

Wake  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour’s  name  ! 

2 Sing  of  his  dying  love — 

Sing  of  his  rising  power — 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  us,  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3 Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 
Ascending  with  our  tongue ; 

Sing,  til!  the  love  < f sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4 Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ,  th’  eternal  King. 

5 Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

u Ye  blessed  children,  come  l9* 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 

To  our  eternal  home. 


324  HYMNS. 

f 6 There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
Ilis  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 

rAnd  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ! 

160  C.  M.  Baldwin.  Deerfield. 

AWAKE — awake  the  sacred  song 
To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 

Let  every  heart,  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th’  eternal  Word. 

2 Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 

When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 

To  dwell  with  sinful  worms, 
p 3 To  dwell  with  misery  here  below 
The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 

And  stooped  to  wretchedness  and  wo, 

That  worthless  man  might  rise, 
f »»  4 Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 

With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues, 

Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

161  8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

BRIGHTNESS  of  the  Father’s  glory ! 

Shall  thy  praise  unutt.ered  lie? 

Break,  each  tongue,  such  guilty  silence, 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  came  to  die. 

2 Hosts  of  angels  sang  thy  coming, 

Watchful  shepherds  learnt  their  lays — 
Shame  would  cover  us,  ungrateful, 

Should  our  tongues  refuse  their  praise. 

3 From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo, 

All  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! — 

Flow  our  praise — forever  flow  I 
4 Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour ! 

Leave  thy  footstool — take  thy  throne  $ 

Yet  return,  and  reign  forever, 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own ! 

162  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Barby. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost ! inspire  our  songs 
With  thine  immortal  flame  ; 

Enlarge  our  hearts — unloose  our  tongue9, 

To  praise  the  Saviours  name. 


HYMNS. 


325 


2 How  great  the  riches  of  his  grace ! 

He  left  his  throne  above  ; 

And,  swift  to  save  our  ruined  race, 

He  flew  on  wings  of  love. 

3 Now  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine. 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 

For  guilty  rebels,  dead  in  sin, 

>.  And  doomed  to  endless  wo. 

4 Th’  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 
Stooped  to  our  low  abode  ; 

— While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
mf  And  hailed  th’  incarnate  God. 

5 Renew  our  souls  with  heavenly  strength, 
That  we  may  fully  prove 

The  height,  and  depth,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  such  transcendent  love. 

L.  M.  Gilead.  Old  Hundred. 
-*-'***  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

f WORTHY  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, 

In  earth  or  heaven  the  Lord  of  all  j 
Let  all  the  powers  of  earth  obey, 

And  low  before  his  footstool  fall. 

2 Higher — still  higher,  swell  the  strain  j 
Creation’s  voice,  the  note  prolong ; 

Jesus,  the  Lamb,  shall  ever  reign — 

Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  song. 

164  6s  & 4s.  Italian  Hymn.  America. 

GLORY  to  God  on  high  ! 

Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

“ Praise  ye  his  name  I” 

Angels,  his  love  adore, 

Who  all  our  sorrows  bore ; 

Saints,  sing  for  evermore, 

“ Worthy  the  Lamb.” 

2 Ye,  who  surround  the  throne, 

Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name : 

Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 

Sound  through  the  earth  abroad, 

“ Worthy  the  Lamb !” 

3 Join  all  the  ransomed  race, 

Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless : 

Praise  ye  his  name. 


HYMNS. 


In  him  we  will  rejoice, 

Making  a cheerful  noise, 

Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

“ Worthy  the  Lamb  !” 

4 Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 
Praising  his  name : 

Still  will  we  tribute  bring; 

Hail  him  our  Gracious  King; 

And  through  all  ages  sing, 

“ Worthy  the  Lamb  I2 * * 5’ 


6s  & 4s.  Italian  Hymn.  America. 


COME,  all  ye  saints  of  God  ! 

Wide  through  the  earth  abroad, 
Spread  Jesus’  fame : 

Tell  what  his  love  has  done; 

Trust  in  his  name  alone ; 

Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 

“ Worthy  the  Lamb  !” 

2 Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

Sw'ell  the  glad  theme : 

Praise  ye  our  gracious  King, 

Strike  each  melodious  string, 


Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

“ Worthy  the  Lamb  !” 

3 Hark— how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour’s  love, 
Dwell  on  his  name  t — 

There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 
“ Worthy  the  Lamb  !” 


COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2 “ Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died” — they  cry, 

“ To  be  exalted  thus — 

“ Worthy  the  Lamb” — our  lips  reply, 

“ For  he  was  slain  for  us.” 


C.  M. 


Devizes.  Marlow. 


HYMNS. 


327 


3 Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine  ; 

And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4 Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  thy  endless  praise. 

5 The  whole  creation  .join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb, 

17  L.  M.  Hingham. 

WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  O Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 

When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ! 

2 Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace,  who  groaned  and  died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father’s  side. 

3 Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men: 

Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 

And  every  creature  say — Amen. 

C.  M.  Dedham.  Westford* 
' Excellency  of  Christ. 

INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 

Thou  glorious  Prince  of  Grace  ! 

Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2 Sinners,  from  earth’s  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet; 

To  thee  their  prayers  and  songs  ascend, 

In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3 Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 
On  thy  exhaustless  store  ; 

From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 

And  still  thou  givest  more. 

4 Thou  art  their  triumph,  and  their  joy; 

They  find  their  all  in  thee; 

Thv  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 


£ £«m 


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328 

169  C.  P.  M.  Rapture.  Hobart. 
OH,  could  I speak  the  matchless  worth, 

Oh,  could  T sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 

I’d  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 

And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2 I’d  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 

My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 

I’d  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 

In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 
My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3 I’d  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 

And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne : 

In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

1 would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4 Well — the  delightful  day  will  come, 

When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I shall  see  his  face : 

Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 

A blest  eternity  I’ll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

170  L.  M. 

WHEN  at  this  distance,  Lord,  wre  trace 
The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 

What  transport  pours  o’er  all  our  breast, 

And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest ! 

2 Away,  ye  dreams  of  mortal  joy ! 

Raptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ; 

I see  the  King  of  glory  shine  ; 

I feel  his  love — and  call  him  mine. 

3 Yet  still,  O Lord,  my  waiting  eyes 
To  nobler  visions  long  to  rise  ; 

That  grand  assembly  would  I join, 

Where  all  thy  saints  around  thee  shine. 

C.  M.  York.  Barby. 

Supreme  Love  to  Christ . 

YE  earthly  vanities,  depart ; 

Forever  hence  remove : 


Hing’ham.  Bath. 


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329 


Jesus  alone  deserves  my  heart, 

And  every  thought  of  love. 

2 His  heart,  where  love  and  pity  dwelt 
In  all  their  softest  forms, 

Sustained  the  heavy  load  of  guilt 
For  lost,  rebellious  worms. 

3 Can  I my  bleeding  Saviour  view, 

And  yet  ungrateful  prove  ? 

And  pierce  his  wounded  heart  anew, 

And  grieve  his  injured  love  ? 

4 Dear  Lord,  forbid  ! — oh  ! bind  this  heart — 
This  roving  heart  of  mine — 

So  firm,  that  it  may  ne’er  depart, 

In  chains  of  love  divine. 

172  C.  M.  Covington.  Rye. 

DO  not  I love  thee,  O my  Lord  ? — 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see : 

And  turn  each  worthless  idol  out, 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2 Do  not  I love  thee  from  my  soul  ?— 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

Which  thou  dost  not  approve. 

3 Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat 
My  Saviour’s  voice  to  hear  ? 

4 Hast  thou  a Lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 

I would  disdain  to  feed? 

Hast  thou  a foe,  before  whose  face 
1 fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5 Thou  know’st  I love  thee,  O my  Lord, 

But  yet  I long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 

That  I may  love  thee  more. 

173  C.  M.  Mansfield.  Eusti*. 
BLEST  Jesus  ! when  my  soaring  thoughts 

O’er  all  thy  graces  rove, 

How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost — 

In  wonder,  joy,  and  love  ! 
p 2 Not  softest  strains  can  charm  my  ears, 

Like  thy  beloved  name  j 


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— Nor  aught  heneath  the  skies  inspire 

My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

3 Where’er  I look,  my  wondering  eyes 
Unnumbered  blessings  see  ; 

But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 

If  once  compared  with  thee? 

4 Hast  thou  a rival  in  my  breast  ?— . 

Search,  Lord — for  thou  canst  tell 

If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 

Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 

f 5 No — thou  art  precious  to  my  heart — 

My  portion  and  my  joy  : 

Forever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

. C.  M.  Corinth.  Chesterfield. 

1 74  Christ  'precious . 

dol  JESUS,  I love  thy  charming  name  ; 

’Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 

< Fain  would  I sound  it  out  so  loud, 

— That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2 Whate’er  my  noblest  powers  can  wish 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 

Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 

Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

mf  3 Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
p And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
p The  cordial  of  its  care  ! 

f 4 I’ll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

>.  With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 

< Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 

— And  trust  thy  love  in  death. 

175  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Dundee, 
dol  THOU  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 

Whom  I unseen  adore  ; 

Unvail  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 

That  1 may  love  thee  more. 

f 2 Thy  glory  o’er  creation  shines; 

But  in  thy  sacred  word 
I read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
p;>  My  bleeding — dying  Lord. 


HYMNS, 


331 


■ — 3 ’Tis  here,  whene’er  my  comforts  droop, 
p And  sins  and  sorrows  rise — 

f Thy  love,  with  cheering  beams  of  hope, 

My  fainting  heart  supplies, 
p 4 But  ah  ! too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 
Is  clouded  o’er  with  pain  ; 

My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 

Len  And  I again  complain. 

5 Jesus,  my  Lord — my  life — my  light, 

< Oh  come  with  blissful  ray  ; 

f Break  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6 Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 
The  wonders  of  thy  love: 

Then  shad  I see  thy  glorious  face 
In  endless  joy  above. 

176  C.  M.  Franklin.  Howard's. 
THOU  blest  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  ! 

We  love  to  hear  of  thee ; 

No  music  like  thy  charming  name, 

Nor  half  so  dear  can  be. 

2 Oh  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice ! 

In  mercy  to  us  speak  ! 

In  thee,  O Lord,  let  us  rejoice, 

And  thy  salvation  seek. 

3 Jesus  shall  ever  be  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay; 

We’ll  sing  of  Jesus’  lovely  name. 

When  all  things  else  decay. 

4 When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  his  favored  throng, 

Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

177  L.  M.  Bath.  Danvers. 

JESUS  ! in  whom  but  thee  above 

Can  1 repose  my  trust,  my  love? 

And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  thee? 

2 How  soon,  O Lord,  will  life  decay  ! 

How  soon  this  world  will  pass  away! 

Ah  ! what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 

When  heart,  and  strength,  and  life  shall  fail? 


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HYMNS, 


3 Oh  ! then  be  thou,  ray  Saviour,  nigh, 

And  I will  triumph  while  I die  ; 

My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine, 

And  Jesus  is  forever  mine  ! 

C.  M.  Mansfield.  Bedford. 
lYo  Indebtedness  to  Christ, 

TO  thee,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Lord, 

A grateful  song  I’ll  raise  ; 

Oh  ! let  the  feeblest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  pra|ise. 

2 But  how  shall  mortal  tongue  express 
A subject  so  divine  ? 

Do  justice  to  so  vast  a themp, 

Or  praise  a love  like  thine  ? 

3 My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I owe 
To  this  amazing  love  ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 

And  nobler  bliss  above. 

4 To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppressed  ; 

Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 

And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest, 
f 5 Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd  I — led  by  thee, 

No  evil  shall  I fear; 

Soon  shall  I reach  thy  fold  above, 

And  praise  thee  better  there. 

179  C.  M.  Medfield.  Dundee. 
JESUS  ! to  thy  celestial  light, 

My  dawn  of  hope  I owe  ; 

Once  wandering  in  the  shades  of  night, 

And  lost  in  helpless  wo. 

2 Thy  gracious  hand  redeemed  the  slave, 

And  set  the  prisoner  free : 

Be  all  I am — and  all  f have, 

Devoted,  Lord,  to  thee. 

3 Here  at  thy  feet  I wait  thy  will, 

And  live  upon  thy  word  : 

Oh  ! give  me  warmer  love  and  zeal, 

To  serve  my  dearest  Lord. 

180  C.  M.  St.  Martin’*.  Nottingham. 
AND  why  do  our  admiring  eyes 

These  gospel  glories  see  ? 


HYMNS, 


333 


And  whence — doth  every  heart  reply — 
Salvation  sent  to  me? 

2 And  dost  thou,  Lord,  subdue  my  heart, 

And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

And  bear  thy  witness  to  my  part 
Among  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 

3 Redeemed  by  thee,  most  gracious  Lord, 
We’ll  sing  our  Saviour’s  name  ; 

And  while  the  long  salvation  lasts, 

Its  sovereign  power  proclaim. 

L.  M.  Timsbury.  Arnheim. 

A o A J\fo£  ashamed  of  Christ. 

JESUS  ! and  shall  it  ever  be — 

A mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 

Ashamed  of  thee — whom  angels  praise? 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2 Ashamed  of  Jesus  ? — that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend? 

No  ! — when  1 blush,  be  this  my  shame — 

That  I no  more  revere  his  name. 

3 Ashamed  of  Jesus  ? — yes,  I may, 

When  I’ve  no  guilt  to  wash  away — 

No  tear  to  wipe — no  good  to  crave, 

No  fears  to  quell — no  soul  to  save  ! 

4 Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 

Till  then,  I boast  a Saviour  slain  ! 

And  oh  ! may  this  my  glory  be — 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  I 

182  C.  M.  Westmoreland.  Colchester. 

I’M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 

Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2 Jesus,  my  God  ! — I know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 

Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3 Firm  as  his  throne — his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 

What  I’ve  committed  to  his  hands, 

Till  the  decisive  hour. 


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4 Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a place. 

183  C.  M.  Nottingham.  Stamford. 

DEAR  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love, 
Embrace  a wretch  so  vile  ? 

Wilt  thou  my  load  of  slpiilt  remove, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  smile? 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  suffered  all  my  shame? 

And  shall  l be  ashamed,  O Lord, 

To  own  thy  precious  name  ? 
fn  3 No,  Lord — I’m  not  ashamed  of  thee, 

Nor  of  thy  cause  on  earth — 

AfF  Oh  do  not  be  ashamed  of  me, 

Len  When  I resign  my  breath. 

mf  4 Be  thou  my  shield — be  thou  my  sun — 

Oh  guide  me  all  my  days, 

And  let  my  feet  with  joy  still  run 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

C.  M.  Corinth.  Canterbury. 

Xo4:  The  Ingratitude  of  rejecting  Christ. 

AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
To  visit  sinful  worms? 

Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 

In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2 Surprising  grace! — and  shall  my  heart 
Unmoved  and  cold  remain? 

Has  it  no  soft — no  tender  part? 

Must  Mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3 Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 

And  shall  my  heart,  his  rightful  due, 

Remain  forever  barred  ? 

4 Dear  Lord,  exert  thy  conquering  grace; 

Thy  mighty  power  display  : 

One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  melt  my  sin  away. 

185  L.  M.  Medway. 

Oil  stubborn  hearts,  that  could  withstand 

Tiie  efforts  of  a Saviour’s  hand  1 


HYMNS. 


335 


Oh  gracious  Saviour,  who  would’st  bleed, 

When  words  and  tears  could  not  succeed  ! 

2  Dear  Lord,  in  me  thy  power  exert, 

Subdue  my  proud,  unfeeling  heart, 

Then  through  the  earth,  in  mercy  reign, 

And  reap  tlie  fruit  of  all  thy  pain. 

8s  & 7s.  Benson.  Messina. 

Rejoicing  before  the  Cross. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I spend  ; 

Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner’s  dying  Friend. 

2 Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie  ; 

While  I see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3 Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I’ll  bathe ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4 May  I still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

Still  to  my  Redeemer  go  ; 

Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  truly  know. 

C.  M.  Nottingham.  Patmo*. 

* * The  Gospel  a Savor  of  Life  or  Death. 

CHRIST  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme : 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak 

Are  scandal  in  the  Jews’  esteem, 

And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2 But  souls  enlightened  from  above 
With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 

They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love. 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3 The  vital  savor  of  his  name 
Restores  their  fainting  breath; 

But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt — despair — and  death. 

4 Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 

In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 


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HYMNS, 


1 ng  L.  M.  Bath.  Uxbridge. 

X O j>jie  jforld  crucified  to  us  by  the  Cross. 

HOW  great  the  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  our  Redeemer  bled  and  died  I 

Its  noblest  life  our  spirit  draws 
From  his  deep  wounds  and  pierced  side. 

2 It  cost  him  death  to  ^save  our  lives  j 
To  buy  our  souls,  it  cost  his  own : 

And  all  the  heavenly  joys  he  gives 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

3 Let  sin’s  delights  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem: 

The  love  of  Christ  fill  every  thought, 

And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him  1 

4 I would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 

And  worship  at  his  Father’s  throne. 

189  L.  M.  Danvers.  Luton. 

WHEN  I survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2 Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 

I sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3 See  from  his  head — his  hands — his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 

Did  e’er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a crown? 

4 Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing — so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul — my  life — my  all. 

1 Qft  L.  M.  Bath.  Ralston. 

AUv  Faith  contemplating  Christ1  s Sufferings. 

NOW  let  our  faith  grow  strong,  and  rise, 

And  view  our  Lord  in  all  his  love ; 

Look  back  to  hear  his  dying  cries, 

Then  mount,  and  see  his  throne  above. 


HYMNS. 


337 


mp  2 See  where  he  languished  on  the  cross  1 
Beneath  our  sins  he  groaned  and  died — 
mf  See  where  he  sits  to  plead  our  cause, 

By  his  almighty  Father’s  side  ! 

3 How  shall  we,  pardoned  rebels,  show 
How  much  we  love  our  Saviour  God  ? 

Lord  ! here  we’d  banish  every  foe — 

We  hate  the  sins  which  cost  thy  blood. 

191  C.  M.  Mear.  Irish. 

PREPARE  us,  Lord  ! to  view  thy  cross, 

Who  all  our  griefs  hast  borne  ; 

To  look  on  thee,  whom  we  have  pierced — 

To  look  on  thee,  and  mourn. 

2 While  thus  we  mourn,  we  would  rejoice, 
And,  as  thy  cross  we  see, 

Let  each  exclaim,  in  faith  and  hope — 

“ The  Saviour  died  for  me !” 


1 L.  M.  Lowell.  Effiugham.  * 

X o Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  David. 

it  WHAT  are  those  soul-reviving  strains, 

Which  echo  thus  from  Salem’s  plains? 

What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 

So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion’s  hill? 

2 Lo!’  tis  an  infant  chorus  sings, 

Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings : 

The  Saviour  comes  ! — and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus’  name. 

3 Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 

For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise  ; 

Still  Israel’s  children  forward  press 

To  hail  the  Lord  their  righteousness. 

4 Messiah’s  name  shall  joy  impart 
Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart : 

He  bled  for  us — he  bled  for  you, 

And  we  will  sing  hosanna  too. 

f 5 Proclaim  hosannas  loud  and  clear ; 

See  David’s  Son  and  Lord  appear! 
fF  All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  given, 

And  glory  shout  through  highest  heaven  ! 


193 


L.  M.  Alfreton.  Duke  Street. 
Christ  the  Redeemer  and  Judge. 

NOW  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

22 


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HYMNS, 


Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2 ’Twas  he,  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 
And  washed  us  in  his  precious  blood  ; 

’Tis  he,  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 

And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3 To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  eternal  King, 

Be  everlasting  power  confessed  ; 

Let  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4 Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move : 

Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 
Now  he  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

3 The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail. 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day  : 

Come,  Lord — nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

1 q a L.  M.  Danvers.  Bath. 

xXJ**  77ie  Church  rejoicing  in  her  King. 

JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 

Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 

Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 

And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2 Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

Like  that  blest  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3 The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 

Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay ) 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 

Nor  comforts  sink — nor  love  grow  cold. 

4 Let  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 

Increase  thy  praise — improve  our  joys, 

f Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 

And  taste  the  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

195  S.  M.  Utica.  HucIioq. 

NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord ; 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 

And  love  him  in  his  word. 


V;V* 


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339 


2 On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer’s  face  ; 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3 And  when  we  feel  thy  love, 

Diviner  joys  arise ; 

On  wings  of  faith  we  soar  above 
To  mansions  in  the  skies. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

-«  QA  L.  M.  Danvera.  Nazareth. 

XtfO  rj^jie  Spirit  enlightening  and  renewing. 
ETERNAL  Spirit ! we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2 Enlightened  by  thine  heavenly  ray, 

Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 
f 3 Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 

And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 

Our  wild,  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  j 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind — 
p And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

^ S.  M.  Dover.  Peotonrille. 

1^  * The  indwelling  Influences  of  the  Spirit. 

’T1S  God  the  Spirit  leads 
In  paths  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 

The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2 Supported  by  his  grace, 

We  still  pursue  our  way  ; 

And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 

Secure  in  endless  day. 

3 ’Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 

’Tis  he  that  works  to  do ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 

His  be  the  glory  too. 


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HYMNS. 


^ L.  M.  Medway.  Bath. 

15Jo  Teachings  of  the  Spirit. 

COME,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light, 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 

Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 

The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2 To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 
The  glorious  truth  thy  words  reveal ; 

Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 

Make  me  delight  to  do  thy  will. 

3 Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below, 

And  excellence  of  things  above. 

4 While  through  this  dubious  maze  I stray, 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad  j 

Oh  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 

And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

C.  M.  Lutzen.  Stepheni. 

I'/i'  Regeneration  by  the  Holy  Spirit. 

NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 

Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 

Can  raise  a soul  to  heaven. 

2 The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 

Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 

A new,  peculiar  race. 

3 The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  tiesh, 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4 Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 
From  their  long  sleep  of  death  ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  tix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

200  C.  M.  St.  Martin’*.  Stamford. 

LET  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky ! 

Behold  th’  ascended  Lord 

Sends  down  his  Spirit  from  on  high, 


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2 The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within  : 

He  raises  sinners  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3 The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  shows  them  unto  men  ; 

The  humble  soul  his  temple  makes, 

God’s  image  stamps  again. 

Aff  4 Come,  Holy  Spirit ! from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 

Oh  come  ! with  holy  zeal  and  love 
Each  heart  and  tongue  inspi/e  ! 

L-  Duke  Street. 

Descent  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

BLEST  day  ! when  our  ascended  Lord 
Fulfilled  his  own  prophetic  word; 

Sent  down  his  Spirit,  to  inspire 
His  saints,  baptized  with  holy  lire. 

2 While  by  his  power  these  signs  were  wrought, 
While  divers  tongues  his  wisdom  taught, 

His  love  one  only  subject  gave — 

That  Jesus  died  the  world  to  save  ! 

3 Sure  peace  with  God  !— the  joyful  sound 
Pours  wide  its  sacred  influence  round  ; 
Relenting  foes  his  grace  receive, 

And  humbled  myriads  hear  and  live  ! 

-j  gy  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro*.  Haverhill. 

Influences  of  the  Spirit  implored. 

[To  renew  and  sanctify.] 

Aff  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine ; 

And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2 Oh  ! melt  this  frozen  heart; 

This  stubborn  will  subdue; 

Each  evil  passion  overcome, 

And  form  me  all  anew. 

3 Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 

And  unto  thee  will  I devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 


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203  S.  M.  Olmutz.  Hudson. 

Aff  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise : 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2 Convince  us  all  of  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus’  blood  ; 

And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3 Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4 ’Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 

mf  To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part. 

And  new-create  the  whole, 
mp  5 Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
mf  Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  thee. 

204  7s.  Pleyel’a  Hymn.  Edy field. 
Aff  HOLY  GHOST,  with  light  divine, 

Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine; 

Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 

Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2 Let  me  see  my  Savioui’s  face, 

Let  me  all  his  beauties  trace : 

Show  those  glorious  truths  to  me, 

Which  are  only  known  by  thee. 

3 Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 

Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 

Long  has  sin,  without  control, 

Held  dominion  o’er  my  soul. 

4 Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 

Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine, 

Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

5 Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine ; 

Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 

Reign  supreme — and  reign  alone. 


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205  L.  M.  Alfreton.  St.  Paul’s. 
Aff  COME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 

And  till  the  coldest  heart  with  love : 

Oh  ! turn  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 

And  let  thy  sovereign  power  be  known. 

2 Speak  thou — and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  contrite  sorrow  rise  ; 

While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 

To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

3 Oh  ! let  a holy  flock  await, 

In  crowds  around  thy  temple-gate ! 

Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

206  C.  M.  Grafton.  Medfield. 

[To  quicken.] 

Aff  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Kindle  a flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2 Look  ! how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3 In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

4 Dear  Lord  ! and  shall  we  ever  lie 
In  this  poor  dying  state, 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

mf  5 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 

>*  Come,  shed  abroad  a Saviour’s  love, 

— And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

207  L.  M.  Hiugham.  Wari, 

[To  guide.] 

Aff  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  light  and  comfort  from  above : 

Be  thou  our  guardian — thou  our  guide  l 
O’er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 


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2 To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way : 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne’er  depart. 

3 Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God: 

Lead  us  to  Christ — the  living  way  j 

Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4 Lead  us  to  God — our  final  rest, 

To  be  with  him  forever  blest : 

mf  Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 

Fulness  ofjoy  forever  there  ! 

208  C.  M.  Dedham.  Ely. 

Aff  FATHER,  to  thee  our  souls  we  lift, 

On  thee  our  hope  depends, 

Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 

2 Mercy  .and  grace  are  thine  alone, 

And  power  and  wisdom  too  j 

Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3 Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought, 

Our  good  is  all  divine  ; 

The  praise  of  every  holy  thought, 

And  righteous  word,  is  thine. 

4 From  thee — through  Jesus — we  receive 
The  power  on  thee  to  call ; 

In  thee,  O Lord,  we  move,  and  live — 

Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

209  L.  M.  Summer.  Warrington. 

[To  prepare  for  Worship.  1 
Aff  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind, 

And  fit  us  to  approach  our  God  ; 

Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 

And  lead  us  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2 Hast  thou  imparted  to  our  souls 
A living  spark  of  holy  fire? 

Oh  ! kindle  now  the  sacred  flame  ; 

Make  us  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3 Still  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  us  now  our  Saviour  see  : 

Oh  ! soothe  and  cheer  each  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  our  spirits  rest  in  thee. 


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34b 


210  C.  M.  St.  Martin ’a.  Mear. 

Aff  GREAT  Father  of  each  perfect  gift, 

Rehold  thy  servants  wait ; 

With  longing  eyes— and  lifted  hands, 

We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

2 Oh  shed  abroad  that  royal  gift, 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 

And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3 Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven  ; 

f And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

211  C.  M.  Bedford.  York. 

Aff  FATHER  of  all — in  whom  alone 

We  live,  and  move,  and  breathe  ; 

One  bright  celestial  ray  send  down, 

And  cheer  thy  sons  beneath. 

2 While  in  thy  word  we  search  for  thee, 

Oh  fill  our  souls  with  awe  ; 

Thy  light  impart,  that  we  may  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  law. 

3 Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 
The  light  that  shines  so  clear; 

Now  thy  revealing  Spirit  send, 

And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 

4 Before  us  make  thv  goodness  pass, 

Which  here  by  faith  we  know  j 

Let  us  in  Jesus  see  thy  face, 

And  die  to  all  below. 

212  H.  M.  Bethesda. 

Aff  O THOU  that  hearest  prayer ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 

We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 

Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

2 If  earthly  parents  hear 
Their  children  when  they  cry; 

If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children’s  wants  supply  ; 

Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display. 

And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 


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3 Our  heavenly  Father  thou — 

We — children  of  thy  grace — 

Oh  let  thy  Spirit  now 
Descend  and  till  the  place ; 

So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 

And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

213  8s  & 7s.  Benson.  Messina. 

[To  comfort.] 

Aff  HOLY  GHOST,  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature’s  night ; 

Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness, 
Breathe  thy  life — and  spread  thy  light. 

2 Author  of  our  new  creation, 

Bid  us  all  thine  influence  prove  j 
Make  our  souls  thy  habitation  ; 

Shed  abroad  the  Saviour’s  love. 

214  7s.  Beuson.  Alsen. 

COME,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 

Enter  each  devoted  breast ; 

Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 

Kindle  there  the  gospel  fire. 

2 Bid  our  sin  and  sorrow  cease  ; 

Fill  us  with  thy  heavenly  peace  ; 

Joy  divine  we  then  shall  prove, 

Light  of  truth — and  fire  of  love. 

215  7s.  Alcester.  Naples. 

AfF  GRACIOUS  Spirit — Love  divine! 

Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  j 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 

Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2 Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 

Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 

Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3 Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 

Seal  salvation  on  my  heart : 

Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 

Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4 Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 

Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 

Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine  ; 

Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  thine 


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216  7s  & 6s.  Amsterdam. 

Aif  SAVIOUR,  I thy  word  believe, 

My  unbelief  remove ; 

Now  thy  quickening  Spirit  give, 

The  unction  from  above: 

Show  me,  Lord,  how  good  thou  art  j 
Now  thy  gracious  word  fulfil ; 

Send  the  witness  to  my  heart, 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 

2 Blessed  Comforter,  come  down, 

And  live  ar.d  move  in  me ; 

Make  my  every  deed  thine  own, 

In  all  tilings  led  by  thee : 

Bid  my  sin  and  fear  depart, 

And  within  oh  deign  to  dwell  j 
Faithful  Witness,  in  my  heart 
Thy  perfect  light  reveal. 

3 Whom  the  world  cannot  receive, 

O Lord,  reveal  in  me  ; 

Son  of  God,  I cease  to  live, 

Unless  I live  to  thee: 

Make  me  choose  the  better  part ; 

Oh,  do  thou  my  pardon  seal ; 

Send  the  witness  to  my  heart, 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 

217  L.  M.  Medway.  Bath. 

AfF  GREAT  God,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 

In  such  a wretched  heart  as  mine? 
Unworthy  dwelling! — glorious  Guest ! — 

How  great  the  favor ! — how  divine  ! 

2 When  sin  prevails — and  gloomy  fear, 

And  hope  almost  expires  in  night, 

Lord,  can  thy  Spirit  then  be  here — 

Great  spring  of  comfort,  life,  and  light? 

3 Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  ! 

’Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ! 

Else  would  my  hope  forever  die, 

And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

4 And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 

“ I love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace,’* 

Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 
Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 


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5 Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell — O God  of  love ! 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart — 

Sweet  earnest  of  the  jovs  above. 

218  L.  M.  Medway.  Eatb. 

THE  Holy  Spirit  sure  is  nigh  ! 

’Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart! 

Else  would  my  hope  forever  die, 

And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2 When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 

Do  T not  find  his  healing  voice 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice? 

3 Whene’er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish,  my  heart  aspires; 

Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 

Which  animates  these  strong  desires? 

4 What  less  than  thy  almighty  word 

Can  raise  mv  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

219  S.  M.  Bethany.  Haverhill. 

Aff  BLEST  Comforter  divine  ! 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 

And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2 Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice, 

Us  from  each  sinful  way ; 

And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 

Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3 Bv  thine  inspiring  breath 
Make  every  cloud  of  care, 

And  e’en  the  gloomv  vale  of  death, 

A smile  of  glory  wear. 

4 Oh,  fill  thou  every  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race ! 

Great  Comforter!  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

220  L.  M.  Hingham.  Brentford. 
Aff  BREATHE,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

Until  our  hearts  with  fervor  glow : 

Oh,  kindle  there  a Saviour’s  love, 

True  sympathy  with  human  wo. 


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2 Bid  our  conflicting  passions  cease, 

And  terror  from  each  conscience  flee  : 

Oh,  speak  to  every  bosom  peace, 

Unknown  to  all  who  know  not  thee. 

3 Give  us  to  taste  thy  heavenly  joy, 

Our  hopes  to  brightest  glory  raise  \ 

Guide  us  to  bliss  without  alloy, 

And  tune  our  hearts  to  endless  praise. 

221  C.  M.  Med  field.  Oakland. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? — 

Great  Comforter ! descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2 Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heaven? 

When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 

And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3 Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
In  my  Redeemer’s  blood  ; 

And  bear  thy  witness  witn  my  heart, 

That  1 am  borr:  of  God. 

4 Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

222  C.  M.  Mansfield.  Medfield. 
Aff  ETERNAL  Spirit !— God  of  truth  ! 

Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  : 

Kindle  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 

And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2 ’Tis  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 
With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed  : 

*Tis  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

3 Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate’er  that  sin  may  be  ; 

That  we  with  humble,  holy  heart, 

May  worship  only  thee. 

4 Then  with  cur  spirits  witness  bear, 

That  we  are  sons  of  God  ; 

Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Christ’s  atoning  blood. 


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223  L.  M.  Sunderland.  Uxbridge. 

p THE  Spirit,  like  a peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife : 

Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 

Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ! 

2  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run ; 

So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 

Through  grace  abounding  in  the  Son. 

224  L.  M.  Hingham.  Bowen. 

Aff  SPTRIT  of  peace ! immortal  Dove  ! 

Here  let  thy  gentle  influence  reign: 

Come,  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love, 

And  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

2 Not  all  the  sweets  beneath  the  sky, 

Nor  corn,  nor  oil,  nor  richest  wine, 

Could  raise  my  tuneful  song  so  high, 

Or  yield  me  pleasures  so  divine. 

3 Blest  with  thy  presence,  I could  meet 
Death,  though  in  all  his  terrors  dressed  ; 

Nor,  while  I taste  a joy  so  sweet, 

One  fear  disturb  my  peaceful  breast. 

gygy  j*  L.  M.  Windham.  Hingham. 

The  Spirit  entreated  not  to  depart . 

Aflf  STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit — stay  ! 

Though  t have  done  thee  such  despite  ; 

Cast  not  a sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2 Though  I have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  who  e’er  thy  grace  received  ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved  j — 

3 Yet,  oh  ! the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest  j 

Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I shall  not  see  thy  people’s  rest. 

4 My  weary  soul,  O God,  release, 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand  $ 

Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 

And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


HYMNS.  351 


L.  M.  Hingham.  Danver*. 

226  Prayer  for  the  Return  of  the  Spirit. 

O LORD,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls, 

Thy  just  displeasure  ever  mourn  ; 

Thy  Spirit, grieved,  and  long  withdrawn, 

Will  he  no  more  to  us  return  ? 

2 Great  Source  of  light  and  peace,  return, 

Nor  let  us  mourn  and  sigh  in  vain  ; 

Come,  repossess  these  longing  hearts 
With  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

3 This  temple,  hallowed  by  thine  hand, 

Once  more  be  with  thy  presence  blest : 

Here  be  thy  grace  anew  displayed, 

Be  this  thine  everlasting  rest. 

227  L.  M.  Danvers.  Rotterdam. 
LORD,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace 

Thy  saints  behold  thy  smiling  face  ; 

Here  have  we  seen  thy  glory  shine 
With  power  and  majesty  divine, 
p 2 Return,  O Lord — our  spirits  cry — 

Our  graces  droop — our  comforts  die  j 
— Return,  and  let  thy  glories  rise 
Again  to  our  admiring  eyes  ; — 

mf  3 Till,  filled  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
f Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 
ff  While  heaven  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 


WARNINGS  AND  INVITATIONS  OF  THE 
GOSPEL. 

L.  M.  Windham. 

The  broad  and  narrow  Ways. 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  j 
But  wisdom  shows  a narrow  path, 

With  here  and  there  a traveller. 

2 “ Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross,” 

Is  the  Redeemer’s  great  command  j 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 

If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 


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3 The  fearful  soul,  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 

Is  but  esteemed  £ almost  a saint,’ 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4 Loid,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  j 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 

Which  hypocrites  could  ne’er  attain  ; 

Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

229  C.  M.  Grafton.  Rochester. 

STRAIT  is  the  way — the  door  is  strait, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  : 

’Tis  but  a few  that  find  the  gate, 

While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2 Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 

The  mind  and  will  renewed, 

Passion  suppressed — and  patience  tried, 

And  vain  desires  subdued. 

3 Lord,  can  a feeble,  helpless  worm 
Fulfil  a task  so  hard  ? 

Thy  grace  must  all  the  work  perform, 

And  give  the  free  reward. 
aaa  S.  M.  Cedron.  HaverhiU. 

rpjle  yj.  gjn  ^ ^ ^ HCOXtlU 

CAN  sinners  hope  for  heaven, 

Who  love  this  world  so  well  ? 

Or  dream  of  future  happiness, 

While  on  the  road  to  hell  ? 

2 Can  sin’s  deceitful  way 
Conduct  to  Zion’s  hill  ? 

Or  those  expect  with  God  to  reign 
Who  disregard  his  will  ? 

3 Shall  they  hosannas  sing, 

With  an  unhallowed  tongue? 

Shall  palms  adorn  the  guilty  hand 
Which  does  its  neighbor  wrong? 

4 Thy  grace,  O God,  alone, 

Good  hopes  can  e’er  afford  ! 

The  pardoned  and  renewed  shall  see 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

L.  M.  Ralston.  Hinghom. 

^ A Danger  of  rejecting  Christ. 

p"  HARK  ! from  the  cross  a voice  of  peace 

Bids  Sinai’s  awfhl  thunder  cease ! — 


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Aff  Sinner ! that  voice  of  love  obey, 

From  Christ,  the  true,  the  living  way. 

2 How  else  his  presence  wilt  thou  bear, 
When  he  in  judgment  shall  appear  ? 

When  slighted  love  to  wrath  shall  turn, 

And  all  the  earth  like  Sinai  burn? 

3 Now  from  the  cross  a voice  of  peace 
•O  Bids  Sinai’s  awful  thunder  cease — 

Aff  O sinner,  while  ’tis  called  to-day, 

That  voice  of  saving  love  obey. 

L.  M Ralston.  Uxbridge. 

One  Thing  needful. 

WHY  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God’s  compassion  spares? 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 

The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2 Shall  God  invite  you  from  above? 

Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain  ? 

And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3 Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue: 

Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 

W’hen  death’s  decisive  hour  is  near. 

Aff  4 Almighty  God  ! thy  grace  impart  j 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart : 

Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

cyryty  8s,  7s  & 4.  Greenville. 

77*e  Sinner  invited  and  threatened. 

HEAR,  O sinner  ! — mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  j 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  $ 

Hear,  O sinner ! — 

’Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2 See  ! the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 
O’er  the  path  you  dare" to  tread  $ 

< Hark  ! the  awful  thunders  rolling 
f Loud,  and  louder  o’er  your  head  ; — 
inp  Turn,  O sinner  ! — 

Lest  the  lightnings  strike  vou  dead, 

23 


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— 3 Haste  ! O sinner ! to  the  Saviour, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  j 

Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over  ; 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ; 

Haste,  Oj  sinner  1 — 

You  must  perish — if  you  stay. 

234  8s,  7s  & 4.  Greenville.  Greece. 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 

Every  sentence — oh  how  tender ! 

Every  line  is  full  of  love : 

Listen  to  it — 

Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2 Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel, 

News  from  Zion’s  King  proclaim, 

“ Pardon  to  each  rebel  sinner ! — 

Free  forgiveness  in  his  name.” 

How  important ! — 

“ Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  1” 

3 Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor j 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  \ 

And,  with  news  of  consolation, 

Chase  away  tiie  falling  tears : 

Tender  heralds ! — 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4 False  professors — grovelling  worldlings, 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

While  the  messengers  address  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford  j 
We  entreat  you — 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

5 Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 

Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  i 
Can  you  slight  it? — 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 

6 Oh,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way  j 

Haste  ye  to  the  court  of  heaven, 

Tidings  bear  without  delay: 

“ Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey.’* 


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235  S.  M.  Moruington.  MiletnB. 

MY  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 

Thy  fathers’  God  obey ; 

Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 

His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2 Call,  while  he  may  be  found, 

Oh  seek  him  while  he’s  near ; 

Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 

And  worship  him  with  fear. 

3 If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 

His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry ; 

Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 

His  grace  forever  nigh. 

4 But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 

Nor  choose  the  path  to  heaven  ; 

Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 

Len  And  never  be  forgiven. 

236  7s.  Norwich.  Edyfield. 

SINNER ! rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 

Wake — and  o’er  thy  folly  weep; 

Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead, 

Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2 Wake  from  sleep — arise  from  death— 

See  the  bright  and  living  path : 

Watchful  tread  that  path — Le  wise, 

Leave  thy  folly — seek  the  skies. 

3 Leave  thy  folly — cease  from  crime, 

From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  ; 

Life  secure,  without  delay, 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4 Oh  ! then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 

Wake  ! and  o’er  thy  folly  weep; 

Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 

Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

7s.  Norwich.  Edy field. 

* Danger  of  Delay. 

HASTE,  O sinner — now  be  wise ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun; 

Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 

Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 


356  HYMNS. 

2 Haste — and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun  j 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o’er,  / 

Ere  this  evening’s  stage  be  run.  ' 

3 Haste,  O sinner — now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun  ; 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 

Ere  salvation’s  work  is  done. 

4 Haste,  O sinner — now  be  blest, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun, 

Lest  perdition  thee  arrest. 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

C.  M.  Medford.  Judesu 

The  Gospel  Trumpet . 

m LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 

The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2 Ho!  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  th’  immortal  mind, — 

3 Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 
A soul- reviving  feast, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4 Ho  ! ye  that  oant  for  living  streams, 

>.  And  pine  away — and  die — 

— Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5 Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6 The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; — 

mp  Lord — we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 

And  drive  our  wants  away. 

239  S.  M.  St.  Thomaa.  Paddington. 

ifE  trembling  captives,  hear  ! — 

The  gospel  trumpet  sounds : 

No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 

Oi  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 


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2 ’Tis  not  the  trump  of  war, 

Nor  Sinai’s  awful  roar: 

Salvation’s  news  it  spreads  afar, 

And  vengeance  is  no  more. 

3 Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims; 

And  earth  the  Jubilee’s  release, 

With  eager  rapture,  claims. 

4 Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread  ; 

And  Jesus  all  his  willing  bands, 

In  glorious  triumph  lead. 

240  8s  & 4.  Leyden.  Pomfret. 

it  IIARK,  hark  ! the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
Through  earth  and  heaven  the  echo  hounds ; 
Pardon  and  peace  by  Jesus’  blood  ! 

Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God, 

By  grace  divine ! 

2 Come,  sinners,  hear  the  joyful  news, 

Nor  longer  dare  the  grace  refuse  ; 

Mercy  and  justice  here  combine, 

Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join, 

T’  invite  you  near. 

f n 3 Ye  saints  in  glory,  strike  the  lyre ; 

Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sacred  fire ; 

Let  both  the  Saviour’s  love  proclaim — 
Forever  worthy  is  the  Lamb 
Of  endless  praise. 

L.  M.  Slade.  Waterville. 

A Christ's  Invitation  to  Sinners. 
mp  “ COMB  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come  ; 

I’ll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 

And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2 They  shall  find  rest,  who  learn  of  me  ; 

I’m  of  a meek  and  lowly  mind; 
f But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 

And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

mp  3 Blest  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  the  neck, 


358  HYMNS. 

mf  4 Jesns,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

242  7s.  Rutland.  Adulluin. 

FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 

Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 

What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 

Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  ! — 

“ Love’s  redeeming  work  is  done — 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

2 Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 

Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 

Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid — 

Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son — 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! 

3 Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 

To  thy  Father’s  bosorn  pressed, 

Yet  again  a child  confessed, 

Never  from  his  house  to  roam  : 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4 Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end — 

Lo,  T come — your  Saviour,  Friend  ! 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home — 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come !” 

C.  M.  Baldwin.  Howard’a. 
THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 

Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 

Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2 For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here,  streams  of  bounty  flow  ; 

And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 

To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3 Ye  sinners,  come — ’tis  mercy’s  voice  j 
That  gracious  voice  obey  ; 

*Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys— 

And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 


HYMNS. 


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Aff  4 Dear  Saviour!  draw  reluctant  hearts  j 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 

And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink — and  never  die. 

2 44  7s.  Benson.  Alsen. 

COME  ! said  Jesus’  sacred  voice, 

Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice: 

1 will  guide  you  to  your  home — 

Weary  pilgrims  ! hither  come. 

2 Hither  come — for  here  is  found 
Balm  for  every  bleeding  wound, 

Peace,  which  ever  shall  endure — 

Rest,  eternal — sacred — sure  ! 

_ . ^ C.  M.  Eastport.  Dedham. 

-♦40  Invitation  to  the  Heavy-laden. 

ALL  ye,  who  feel  distressed  for  sin, 

And  fear  eternal  wo, 

You  Christ  invites  to  enter  in — 

This  hour  to  Jesus  go ! 

2 He,  by  his  own  almighty  word, 

Will  all  your  fears  remove  ; 

For  every  wound  his  precious  blood 
A sovereign  balm  shall  prove, 
mf"  3 His  conquering  grace  shall  set  you  free 
From  sin’s  oppressive  chains, 

From  Satan’s  hateful  tyranny, 

And  everlasting  pains. 

Aff  4 Come  then,  ye  heavy-laden — come  ! 

His  instant  help  implore  : 

>-  Millions  have  found  a peaceful  home — 
mf  There’s  room  for  millions  more. 

246  L.  M.  Wakefield.  Danvers. 

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  oppressed, 

Oh  come  ! accept  the  promised  rest ; 

The  Saviour’s  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2 Oppressed  with  guilt — a painful  load, 

Oh  come,  and  bow  before  vour  God  ! 

Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 

Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3 Here  mercy’s  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt — and  heal  your  woes ; 


360 


HYMNS, 


Here’s  pardon,  life,  and  endless  peace — 

How  rich  the  gift ! — how  free  the  grace  ! 

247  C.  M.  Eastport.  Patmo*. 
SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  j 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 

He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 

From  sin’s  destructive  way. 

2 Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 

A thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 

Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3 Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go? 

In  pain  you  travail  all  your  days, 

To  reap  immortal  wo  ! 

4 But  he,  who  turns  to  God,  shall  live, 
Through  his  abounding  grace  : 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 

Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

5 Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin  j 

Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 

And  learn  his  will  divine. 

6 His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ! 

He  pardons  like  a God  ! 

He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 
Through  our  Redeemer’s  blood. 

248  S.  M.  Haverhill.  Little  Marlboro*. 

OH,  cease  ! my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 

All  thi3  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 

Has  not  for  thee  a home. 

2 Behold  the  ark  of  God  ! 

Behold  the  open  door ; 

Oh  ! haste  to  train  that  dear  abode, 

And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3 There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 

With  full  salvation  blest. 


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gy  J Q 8s,  7s  & 4.  Greenville. 

Sinners  entreated  by  the  Mercies  of  Christ. 
COME,  ye  sinners — poor  and  wretched 
Come  in  mercy’s  gracious  hour ! 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power: 

He  is  able — 

He  is  willing — doubt  no  more. 

2 Come,  ye  thirsty — ye  are  welcome ! 

God’s  free  bounty  glorify: 

True  belief,  and  true  repentance. 

Every  grace  which  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money — 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3 Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo ! the  Saviour  prostrate  lies ' 

On  the  bloody  cross  behold  him, 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies — 

“ It  is  finished  !” — 

Heaven’s  atoning  sacrifice ! 

4 Lo!  tli’  incarnate  God,  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 

Venture  on  him — venture  wholly; 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus — 

Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

250  H.  M.  Harwich. 

YE  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immerged  in  sin  and  wo! 

Now  mercy  calls  again  ; 

Its  message  is  to  you  ! 

Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come  ! 

In  mercy’s  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2 No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame ; 

Christ  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  • 

All  things  are  ready — sinners,  come  ! 

For  every  trembling  soul  there’s  room 

3 Drawn  by  his  dying  love, 

Ye  wandering  sheep,  draw  near! 

He  calls  you  from  above, 

The  Shepherd’s  voice  now  hear: 

To  him  whoever  will  may  come, 

In  Jesus’  arms  there  still  is  room. 


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251 


C.  M. 


Dedham.  Oakland. 


SINNERS,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  takes  away  our  guilt ; 

Look  to  th’  atoning  precious  blood, 
That  for  our  sins  he  spilt. 

2 Sinners,  to  Jesus  now  draw  near, 
Invited  by  his  word  ; 

The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear; 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

3 Backsliders,  too,  the  Saviour  calls, 
And  washes  in  his  blood  : 

Arise— return  from  grievous  falls  ; 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

4 In  every  state,  and  time,  and  place, 
Nought  plead  but  Jesus’  blood  ; 

However  wretched  be  your  case, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

5 Spirit  of  grace,  to  us  apply 
Immanuel’s  precious  blood  ; 

That  we  may,  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 


THE  voice  of  free  gTace  cries,  * Escape  to  the  mountain : 
For  Adam’s  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  a fountain  ; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness — for  every  transgression, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation.’ 


Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought  us  a pardon ; 
We’ll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2 Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour  repair, 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy — and  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them — it  flows  from  the  fountain. 

3 Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly  glorious ; 
O’er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  victorious  ; 
With  shouting  proclaim  it — oh  trust  in  his  passion, 

He  saves  us  most  freely — oh  precious  salvation  1 

4 Our  Jesus  his  name  now  proclaims  all  victorious, 

He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious : 

To  Jesus  we’ll  join  with  the  great  congregation, 

And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

5 With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  6hore  ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him  the  more ; 
We’ll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever  ! 


252 


12s. 

Free  Grace. 


Scotland. 


Chorus. 


HYMNS. 


363 


253  S.  M.  Haverhill.  Pentonville. 
THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering, 4 Sinner,  come 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  4 Come  !’ 

2 Let  him  that  heareth  say 
To  all  about  him,  4 Come !’ 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 

To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3 Yes,  whosoever  will, 

Oh  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life; 

’Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4 Lo ! Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  * I quickly  come  :* 

Lord,  even  so  ! we  wait  thy  hour ; 

O blest  Redeemer,  come  ’ 

254  C.  M.  Dedham.  Princeton. 
OH  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 

Suited  to  every  sinner’s  case, 

Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2 Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 

Are  freely  welcome  here  ; 

Salvation,  like  a river,  rolls, 

Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3 Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds. 
Your  every  burden  bring ! 

Here  love — unchanging  love  abounds, 

A deep,  celestial  spring  ! 

4 Whoever  will — oh  gracious  word  \- 
Shall  of  this  stream  partake  ; 

Come,  thirsty  souls — and  bless  the  Lord, 

And  diink  for  Jesus’  sake! 

5 Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace  ; 

Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 

And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

C.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  Stephens, 
2o5  The  Qospel  Feast. 

YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a royal  feast ! 


HYMNS. 


Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2 There  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  j 
He  calls — he  bids  you  come  : 

Though  guilt  restrains— and  fear  alarms, 
Behold,  there  yet  is  room. 

3 Oh ! come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  bl-essings  of  his  love  ; 

While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4 There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Before  t!T  eternal  throne, 

Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 

In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 

5 And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come: 

Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 

And  enter  while  there’s  room. 


L.  M.  61.  Palestine.  Belrille. 
The  Gospel  adapted  to  give  Peace  and  Rest. 
PEACE,  humbled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 
Hath  taught  these  rocks  the  notes  of  wo  ; 
Cease  thy  complaint — suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow  ; 

Behold  the  precious  balm  is  found, 

To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2 Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed, 
Unburthen  here  thy  weighty  load; 

Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 

Thy  God’s  thy  Saviour — glorious  word ! 
Forever  lcve  and  praise  the  Lord. 

L.  M.  Hebron.  Ward. 

Sinners  invited  to  Living  Waters. 

HO  ! every  one  that  thirsts — draw  nigh  j 
’Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  j 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ; 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2 Come  to  the  living  waters — come ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker’s  call ; 

Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home. 

And  find  his  grace  is  free  to  all. 


HYMNS.  365 

-J  L.  M.  Hebron.  Slade. 

The  River  of  Life . 

GREAT  Source  of  being  and  of  love  ! 

Thou  waterest  all  the  worlds  above  ; 

And  all  the  joys  which  mortals  know, 

From  thine  exhaustless  fountain  flow. 

2 A sacred  spring,  at  thy  command, 

From  Sion’s  mount,  in  Canaan’s  land, 

Beside  thy  temple  cleaves  the  ground, 

And  pours  its  limpid  stream  around. 

3 This  gentle  stream,  with  sudden  force, 
Swells  to  a river  in  its  course  ; 

Through  desert  realms  its  windings  play, 

And  scatter  blessings  all  the  way. 

4 Close  by  its  banks,  in  order  fair, 

The  blooming  trees  of  life  appear; 

Their  blossoms  fragrant  odors  give, 

And  on  their  fruit  the  nations  live. 

f 5 Flow,  wondrous  stream  1 with  glory  crowned, 
Flow  on  to  earth’s  remotest  bound ; 

>•  And  bear  us,  on  thy  gentle  wave — 

— To  him  who  all  thy  virtues  gave. 

S.  M.  Southfield. 

^59  J\Tow  the  accepted  Time . 

NOW  is  th’  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour’s  face. 

2 Now  is  th’  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 

To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 

Then  why  should  you  delay? 

3 Now  is  th’  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  thete  yet  is  room, 
tnp  4 Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love: 

— Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 

To  bear  the  news  above. 

260  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro*. 

ALL  yesterday  is  gone  ! 

To-morrow’s  not  our  own  j 


Miletus. 


Dunbar. 


366 


HYMNS. 


O sinner,  come,  without  delay, 

To  bow  before  the  throne  ! 

2  Oh  hear  his  voice  to-day, 

And  harden  not  your  heart: 

To-morrow,  with  a frown,  he  may 
Pronounce  the  word — depart. 

C.  M.  Rochester.  Dedham. 

Pardon  and  Sanctification  offered . 

IN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 
To  gather  empty  wind  ; 

The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a hungry  mind. 

2 But  God  can  every  want  supply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  : 

He  gives  by  covenant,  and  by  oath, 

The  riches  of  his  grace. 

3 Come — and  he’ll  cleanse  our  spotted  souls, 
And  wash  away  our  stains 

In  that  dear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Poured  from  his  dying  veins. 

4 There  shall  his  sacred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law  ; 

And  every  motion  of  our  souls 
To  swift  obedience  draw. 

5 Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 

And  we  shall  render  praise  ; 

We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 

And  he,  our  God  of  grace. 

C.  M.  Mear.  York. 

God's  gracious  Call  to  Sinners. 

LET  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 
To  draw  our  hearts  above  : 

For,  lo  ! the  great  Jehovah  speaks, 

And  every  word  is  love. 

2 Lord,  help  us  now  to  seek  thy  face, 

By  Christ  the  living  way ; 

And  praise  thee  for  this  hour  of  grace 
Through  an  eternal  day  ! 

263  C.  M.  Grafton.  Corinth. 

RETURN,  O wanderer — now  return  ! 

And  seek  thy  Father’s  face ! 

Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  bum, 

Were  Kindled  by  his  grace. 


HYMNS. 


367 


2 Return,  O wanderer — now  return ! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 

He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 

When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3 Return,  O wanderer — now  return  ! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live : 

Go  to  his  feet — and  grateful  learn 
IIow  freely  he;ll  forgive. 

4 Return,  O wanderer — now  return  ! 

And  wipe  the  failing  tear: 

Thy  father  calls — no  longer  mourn! 

’Tis  ltwe  invites  thee  near. 

264  L.  M.  Uxbridge.  Duke  Street. 

THUS  saith  the  wisdom  of  the  Lord, 

Blessed  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word  j 
Keeps  daily  w atch  before  my  gates, 

And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2 The  soul  that  seeks  me  shall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth,  and  heavenly  gain  ; 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

Life,  and  the  favor  of  the  Lord. 


7s.  Turin. 

Sinners  urged  to  accept  the  Invitation . 
YE,  who  in  his  courts  are  found, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 

Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 

Sons  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 


2 Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 

View  this  bleeding  sacrifice; 

See,  in  him,  your  srns  forgiven, 

Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven: 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

7».  Norwich.  Alien, 

Expostulation . 

SINNERS,  turn— why  will  ye  die? 

God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why: 

God,  who  did  your  being  give, 

Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2 Sinners,  turn — why  will  ye  die  i 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  j 


368 


HYMNS. 


He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 

He  who  died,  that  ye  might  live. 

3 Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 

Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why — ye  ransomed  sinners — why 
Will  ye  slight  liis  grace,  and  die? 

4 Sinners,  turn — why  will  ye  die? 

God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  : 

He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 

Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; — 

5 Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 

Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

Oh ! ye  dying  sinners,  why — 

Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

267  L.  M.  Windham.  Ralston. 

SINNER,  oh  why  so  thoughtless  grown  ? 

Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die? 

Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown ! 

Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly ! 

2 Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 

Urged  on  by  sin’s  delusive  dreams? 

Madly  attempt  th’  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3 Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains  j 
And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 

The  glories  of  his  dying  pains  I — 

Forever  telling,  yet  untold  ! 


CONVICTION  AND  CONFESSION. 

C.  M.  Grafton.  Medfield. 

**  Conviction  by  the  Law. 

LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 

1 was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2 My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 
But  since  the  precept  came 

With  such  convincing  power  and  light, 

I find  how  vile  I am. 


HYMNS, 


369 


3 My  guil-t  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  1 with  terror  saw 

How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure 
Is  thine  eternal  Jaw. 

4 Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load — 

My  sins  revived  again  ; 

I  had  provoked  a dreadful  God, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5 My  God  ! I cry  with  every  breath. 

Exert  thy  power  to  save, 

Oh  ! break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 

And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

269  S.  M.  Olmutz.  Little  Marlboro*. 
MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins  ; 

1 feel,  alas  ! that  I am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2 Ah,  whither  shall  I fly  ? 

I hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 

The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 

And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3 When  I review  my  ways, 

I dread  impending  doom  ; 

But  sure  a friendly  whisper  says, 

“ Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come.” 

4 I see — or  think  I see, 

A glimmering  from  afar ; 
mf  A beam  of  day,  that  shines  for  me, 

To  save  me  from  despair. 

5 Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim’s  way  j 
I’ll  gaze  upon  it  while  I run, 

And  watch  the  rising  day. 

L.  M.  Medway.  Middleburjr 

270  Impenitence  deplored. 

AMID  displays  of  wrath  and  love, 

What  stubborn  creatures,  Lord,  are  we  I 
No  relish  for  the  joys  of  heaven, 

No  dread  of  endless  misery. 

2 With  what  a base  contempt  we  treat 
Thy  threatenings  and  thy  promises ! 

Duty  neglect — and  mercy  slight, 

Nor  fear  to  sin — nor  seek  to  please. 

24 


370 


HYMNS, 


3 Could  angels  weep — for  us  they’d  mourn : 
Break,  then,  these  flinty  hearts,  O God ! 
Sure  we  must  melt  beneath  thy  grace, 

Or  feel  the  terrors  of  thy  rod. 


C.  M.  Grafton.  Spencer. 

'1 

Confession. 

ALMIGHT  Y Father ! God  of  grace  ! 

We  all,  like  sheep  astray, 

In  folly,  from  thy  paths  have  turned, 

Each  to  his  sinful  way. 

2 Sins  of  omission  and  of  act 
Through  all  our  lives  abound  ; 

Alas  ! in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 

No  health  in  us  is  found. 

3 Oh  spare  us,  Lord  ! — in  mercy  spare  ! 

Our  contrite  souls  restore, 

Through  him  who  suffered  on  the  cross, 

And  man’s  transgressions  bore. 


4 And  grant,  O Father ! for  his  sake 
That  we,  through  all  our  days, 

A just  and  godly  iife  may  lead, 

To  thine  eternal  praise 


272 


C.  M.  Grafton.  Eastport. 

Coldness  and  Inconstancy  lamented. 


LONG  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound 
Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 

Yet  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found, 

And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

p 2 How  cold  and  feeble  is  our  love  ! 

How  negligent  our  fear ! 

How  low  our  hope  of  joys  above  ! 

How  few  affections  there  1 

— 3 Great  God  ! thy  sovereign  power  impart, 
To  give  thy  woid  success  ! 

Write  thy  salvation  in  each  heart, 

And  make  us  learn  thy  grace. 

mf  4 Show  our  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 

Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


HYMNS. 


371 


273  C.  M.  Barby.  Stamford. 

PERPETUAL  Source  of  light  and  grace, 

W e hail  thy  sacred  name  ; 

Through  every  year’s  revolving  round, 

Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 

2 On  us,  all  worthless  as  we  are, 

It  wondrous  mercy  pours  ; 

As  sure  as  heaven’s  established  course, 

And  plenteous  as  the  showers. 

3 Inconstant  service  we  repay, 

And  treacherous  vows  renew ; 

As  false  as  morning’s  scattering  cloud, 

And  transient  as  the  dew. 
p 4 In  flowing  tears  our  guilt  we  mourn. 

And  loud  implore  thy  grace, 

To  bear  our  feeble  footsteps  on, 

In  all  thy  righteous  ways, 
f 5 Armed  with  this  energy  divine, 

Our  souls  shall  steadfast  move  • 

And  witli  increasing  transport  press 
To  thy  bright  courts  above. 

274  L.  M.  Middlebuiy. 

DEAR  Jesus — when— when  shall  it  be, 

That  I no  more  shall  break  with  thee  ? 

When  will  this  war  of  passion  cease, 

And  I enjoy  a lasting  peace  ? 

2 Here  I repent,  and  sin  again  ; 

Sometimes  revive — sometimes  am  slain  ; 

Slain  with  the  same  malignant  dart, 

Which,  oh  ! too  often  wounds  thy  heart. 

3 When,  gracious  Lord — when  shall  it  be, 
That  I shall  find  my  all  in  thee — 

The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 

And  feast  on  thine  eternal  love? 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

, g C.  M.  Medfield.  Spencer. 

O Prayer  for  Repentance. 

OH  for  that  tenderness  of  heart, 

Which  bows  before  the  Lord  I 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 

And  trembles  at  thy  word  i 


372 


HYMNS, 


2 Oh  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 
Which  from  repentance  ilow  ! 

That  sense  of  guilt,  which  trembling  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  ! 

3 Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 
For  sin  the  deep  distress, 

The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace  ! — 

4 Oh  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 

Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above, 

Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

C.  M.  Patmos.  Better. 

Repentance  in  View  of  Divine  Patience, 

AND  are  we,  wretches,  yet  alive  I 
And  do  we  yet  rebel  ! 

’Tis  boundless — ’tis  amazing  love ! 

That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

2 The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
Would  sink  us  down  to  flames ; 

And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above, 

To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3 Almighty  goodness  cries — “ Forbear” — 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays ; 

And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 

And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 
mp  4 Lord — we  have  long  abused  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulged  our  sin  ; 

Our  aching  hearts  now  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 
mf»’  5 No  more,  ye  lusts,  shall  ye  command  ; 

No  more  will  we  obey: 

< Stretch  out,  O God,  thy  conquering  hand, 
f And  drive  thy  foes  away. 


277 


S.  M.  Dartmouth. 
Ingratitude  deplored. 


IS  this  the  kind  return? 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 
2 To  what  a stubborn  frame 
Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 


Mornington. 


HYMNS. 


373 


What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we ! 

And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3 Turn — turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ! 

ml>»  Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 

— And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4 Let  past  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

Cymo  C.  M.  Burford.  Grafton* 

^ ~ Indwelling  Sin  lamented. 

WTTH  tears  of  anguish  I lament, 

Before  thy  feet,  my  God, 

My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 

And  vile  ingratitude. 

2 Sure  there  was  ne’er  a heart  so  base, 

So  false  as  mine  has  been  j 

So  faithless  to  its  promises, 

So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3 How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I feel 
These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 

When  wilt  thou  bow  mv  stubborn  will, 

And  give  my  conscience  rest? 

mf  4 Break,  sovereign  grace — oh  break  the  charm. 
And  set  the  captive  free : 

Reveal,  great  God,  thy  mighty  arm, 

And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

279  7s.  Norwich. 

GOD  of  mercy  ! — God  of  grace ! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs, 

Oh  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou,  to  whom  our  praise  belongs  ! 

2 Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted — time  misspent ; 

Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 

Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent, — 

3 Foolish  fears,  and  fond  desires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  v-ain, 

Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 

Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  j — 


374 


HYMNS. 


4 These — and  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own; 

Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne  ! 

5 Cod  of  mercy  ! God  of  grace  ! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs, 

Oh  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 

Thou,  to  whom  our  praise  belongs ! 

C.  P.  M.  Aithlone. 

'■4'OU  The  Penitent  surrendering . 

LORD,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I yield  j 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 
Surrenders  all  to  thee  : 

Against  thy  terrors  long  I strove, 

But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2 If  thou  liadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 

And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I still  had  stubborn  been : 

But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 

A bleeding  Saviour  I have  viewed, 

And  now,  I hate  my  sin. 

mf  3 Now,  Lord,  I would  be  thine  alone ; 

Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 

Released  from  Satan’s  hard  command, 

See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 


S.  M. 


Haverhill.  Cedron. 


281  Repentance  in  View  of  Christ’s  Compassion . 
DID  Christ  o’er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2 The  Son  of  God  in  tears — 

The  wondering  angels  see  ! 

Be  thou  astonished,  O my  soul ! 
p He  shed  those  tears — for  thee. 

3 He  wept — that  we  might  weep — 

Each  sin  demands  a tear 

mf  In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 

And  there’s  no  weeping  there. 


HYMNS, 


375 


282  C.  M.  Medfield.  Bether. 

DEAR  Saviour ! when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I fall, 

And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2 Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah  ! vile,  ungrateful  heart  ! 

By  earth’s  low  cares  detained — betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart : — 

3 From  Jesus — who  alone  can  give 
True  pleasure,  peace,  and  rest: 

When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I live 
Unsatisfied,  unblest. 

4 But  he,  for  his  own  mercy’s  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores: 

He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

5 Oh  ! while  I breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  h'  mble,  contrite  sigh, 

Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 

With  pity  in  thine  eye  ! 

6 Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

And,  grateful,  own  how  kind — how  sweet 
Is  thy  forgiving  grace. 

283  7s.  Norwich.  Pleyel’s  Hymn. 
DEPTH  of  mercy  ! — can  there  be 

Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ! 

Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 

Me,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare? 

2 I have  long  withstood  his  irrace ; 

Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 

Would  not  hear  his  gracious  calls  j 
Grieved  him  by  a thousand  falls. 

3 Yet  how  great  his  mercies  are  ! 

Me  he  still  delights  to  spare  ; 

Cries — “ How  shall  I give  thee  up  ?” 

Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4 Jesus,  answer  from  above : 

Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget  ?— 

Lo,  I fall  before  thy  feet. 


376 


HYMNS. 


5 Now  incline  me  to  repent ! 

Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ! 

Deeply  my  revolt  deplore  ! 

Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 
cyQ  m C.  M.  Wachusett.  Lebanon. 

Sins  bewailed  as  causing  the  Death  of  Christ . 

OH,  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  wo, 

How  would  I vent  my  sighs  ! 

Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2 ’Twas  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 
Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  groaned  away  a dying  life, 

For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3 Oh,  how  I hate  those  lusts  of  mine, 

That  crucified  my  Lord  ; 

Those  sins,  that  pierced  and  nailed  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 
f u 4 Yes,  my  Redeemer — they  shall  die — 

My  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 

Nor  will  T spare  the  guilty  things 
>■  That  made  my  Saviour  bleed, 
p 5 While  with  a melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murdered  Lord  l view — 
f I’ll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 

And  slay  the  murderers  too. 

^ C.  M.  Grafton.  Medfield. 

Self-righteous  Hopes  renounced. 

VATN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 

Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 

And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2 Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouth, 
Without  a murmuring  word  j 

Let  all  the  race  of  man  confess 
Their  guilt  before  the  Lord. 

3 In  vain  we  ask  God’s  righteous  law 
To  justify  us  now  ; 

Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 
mf  4 Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  !— 

When  in  thy  name  vve  trust, 

Our  faith  receives  a righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 


HYMNS. 


377 


286  L.  M Uxbridge.  Alfreton. 

NO  more,  my  God — I boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I have  done ; 

1 quit  the  hopes  [ held  before, 

To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2 Now,  for  the  love  I bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I count  my  loss; 

My  former  pride  1 call  my  shame, 

And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3 Yes — and  I must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus’  sake  ; 

Oh  ! may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 

And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4 The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 

But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 

By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 
qqi*'  C.  M.  Spencer.  Grafton, 

* Pardon  implored . 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 

A guilty  rebel  lies; 

And  upwards  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2 Tf  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  1 owe, 

Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow, 

3 But  no  such  sacrifice  I plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt ; 

No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed — 

No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

4 I plead  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ; 

Do  thou  my  sins  forgive : 

Thy  justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

288  L.  M.  61.  Salisbury.  Dresden* 

FATHER  of  mercies— God  of  love  ! 

Oh  ! hear  a humble  suppliant’s  cry ; 

Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty : 

Oh  ! deign  to  hear  my  mournful  voice. 

And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice. 


378 


HYMNS, 


2 I urge  no  merits  of  my  own. 

No  worth,  to  claim  thy  gracious  smile : 

No — when  I bow  before  thy  throne — 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile — 

Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea — 

Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me  ! 

3 Father  of  mercies — God  of  love  ! 

Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant’s  cry  j 

Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty : 

One  pardoning  word  can  make  me  whole, 

And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

289  L.  M.  Alfreton.  Uxbridge. 
AWAKED  from  sin’s  delusive  sleep, 

My  heavy  guilt  I feel,  and  weep: 

Beneath  a weight  of  woes  oppressed, 

1 come  to  thee,  my  Lord,  for  rest. 

2 Now,  from  thy  throne  of  bliss  above, 

Shed  down  a look  of  heavenly  love  ; 

That  balm  shall  sweeten  all  my  pain, 

And  bid  my  soul  rejoice  again. 

3 By  thy  divine,  transforming  power, 

My  ruined  nature  now  restore  ; 

And  let  my  life  and  temper  shine, 

In  blest  resemblance,  Lord,  to  thine. 

290  C,  M.  Spencer.  Graflon. 

LORD,  I approach  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  thou  dost  answer  prayer ; 

There  humbly  fall  before  thy  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2 Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea ; 

With  this  T venture  nigh  ; 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 

And  such,  O Lord,  am  I. 

3 Bowed  down  beneath  a load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 

By  war  without.,  and  fear  within, 

I come  to  thee  for  rest. 

mf  4 Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 

I may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him — thou  hast  died. 


HYMNS. 


379 


5 Oh  wondrous  love !— to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

>1  S.  M.  Boxford.  Dartmouth. 

THOU  Lord  of  all  above, 

And  all  below  the  sky, 

Prostrate  before  thy  feet  I fall, 

And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2 Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I have  done  ; 

Oh  hid  a contrite  sinner  live, 

Through  thine  incarnate  Son. 

3 Guilt,  like  a heavy  load. 

Upon  my  conscience  lies  ; 

To  thee  I make  my  sorrows  known, 

And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4 The  burden  which  I feel, 

Thou  only  canst  remove  ; 

Do  thou  display  thy  pardoning  grace, 

And  thine  unbounded  love. 

5 One  gracious  look  of  thine 
Will  ease  my  troubled  breast: 

Oh  ! let  me  know  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  I shall  then  be  blest. 

_ C.  M.  Eastport.  Lebanon. 

Absence  from  Ood  deprecated. 

OH  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition’s  humble  sigh  ; 

Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow’s  weeping  eye  ; — 

2 See,  Lord,  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 

Hast  thou  not  said — ‘ Return’  ? 

3 And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 

Oh  ! let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 

This  only  safe  retreat. 

4 Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide  ! my  Light ! 
Without  one  cheering  ray, 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 
How  desolate  my  way  1 


380 


HYMNS. 


5 Oh  ! shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A taste  of  joy  divine. 

_ S.  M.  Haverhill.  Hudson. 

Returning  to  Christ. 
mP » YE  sons  of  earth,  arise  ! 

Ye  creatures  of  a day  ! 

Redeem  the  time — be  bold — be  wise, 

And  cast  your  bonds  away. 

2 The  year  of  gospel-grace, 

With  us  rejoice  to  see  ; 

And  thankfully  in  Christ  embrace 
Your  proffered  liberty. 

Aff  3 Blest  Saviour — Lord  of  all ! 

Thee  help  us  to  receive  ; 

Obedient  to  thy  gracious  call, 

Oh  bid  us  turn  and  live  ! 

4 Our  former  years  misspent, 

Now  let  us  deeply  mourn  ; 

And,  softened  by  thy  grace,  repent, 

And  to  thine  arms  return  ! 

294  C.  M.  Graflon.  Lebanon. 

HOW  oft,  alas ! this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 

Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2 Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls — ‘ Return.’ 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I come? 

My  vile  ingratitude  I mourn  : 

Oh  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3 And  canst  thou — wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 

And  shali  a pardoned  rebel  live, 

To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

< 4 Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 
f How  glorious — how  divine! 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
>»  A heart  so  vile  as  mine. 

— 5 Thy  pardoning  love — so  free — so  sweet  !— 
Dear  Saviour,  I adore  ; 

Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


HYMNS. 


381 


295  L.  M.  Medway.  Middlebury. 
RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  life’s  vain  shadows  chase  no  more  j 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 

And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2 O thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 

And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

3 Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide  j 

And  still  its  beams  unerring  dart, 

Till  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4 Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share, 

Till  ev’ry  grace  combine  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  liis  dwelling  there. 

296  L.  M.  Windham.  Hamburg. 
AH  ! wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 

That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart  j 
Thus  fond  of  trifles  vainly  rove, 

Forgetful  of  a Saviour’s  love  ! 

2 Dear  laird,  to  thee  I wouid  return, 

And  at  thy  feet  repenting  mourn  : 

There  let  me  view  thy  pardoning  love, 

And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

3 Oh  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 

Bind  every  passion  of  my  soul  j 

Bid  every  vain  desire  depart, 

And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart. 

297  C.  M.  Baldwin.  Litchfield. 
MY  Saviour,  let  me  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  word  of  peace  ; 

And  all  my  warmest  powers  shall  join 
To  celebrate  thy  grace, 
p 2 With  gentle  voice,  call  me  thy  child, 

And  speak  my  sins  forgiven  ; 

The  accents  mild  shall  charm  mine  ear 
Like  all  the  harps  of  heaven, 
mf  3 With  joy,  where’er  thy  hand  shall  lead, 

?The  darkest  path  I’ll  tread  ; 

With  joy  I’ll  quit  these  mortal  shores, 

Len  And  mingle  with  the  dead. 


382  HYMNS. 


— 4 When  dreadful  guilt  is  done  away. 

No  other  fears  we  know  ; 

That  hand,  which  seals  our  pardon  sure, 
f Shall  crowns  of  life  bestow. 


rtQQ  C.  M.  Judea.  Peterboro*. 

Faith , the  Evidence  of  Things  not  seen. 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight ; 

It  pierces  through  the  vail  of  sense, 

And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2 It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 

Of  things  a thousand  years  ago, 

Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3 By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 
By  God’s  almighty  word  ; 

We  know  the  heavens  and  earth  shall  fade, 
And  be  again  restored. 

4 Abraham  obeyed  the  Lord’s  command, 
From  his  own  country  driven  ; 

By  faith  he  sought  a promised  land, 

But  found  his  rest  in  heaven. 

5 Thus  through  life’s  pilgrimage  we  stray, 
The  promise  in  our  eye  ; 

By  faith  we  walk  the  narrow  way, 

That  leads  to  joy  on  high. 

S.  M.  Momington.  Southfield. 

299  Source  and  Office  of  Faith . 

FAITH — ’tis  a precious  grace, 

Where’er  it  is  bestowed  ; 

It  boasts  a high,  celestial  bifth, 

And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

2 Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 

And  all-atoning  Priest; 

It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 

But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 


3 To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  filled  with  deep  distress  ; 

Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4 Since  ’tis  thy  work  alone, 

And  that  divinely  free ; 

Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 


HYMNS. 


383 


300 


C.  M.  Patraos.  Eastport. 

A living  Faith, 


MISTAKEN  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven. 
And  make  their  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust ! 

2 Vain  are  our  fancy’s  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a living  power  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

3 ’Tis  faith  that  purifies  the  heart  j 
’Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4 This  faith  shall  every  fear  control 
By  its  celestial  power : 

f With  holy  triumph  fill  the  soul 
Len  In  death’s  appioaching  hour. 


’TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night : 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 

Faith  is  our  guide — and  faith  our  light. 

2 The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  j 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3 Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar — and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

302  C.  M.  Patmos.  Dedham. 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  us  from  its  snares : 

It  yields  support  in  all  our  toils, 

And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2 The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 
The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer. 

And  make  the  dying  live 


301 


L.  M. 

Walking  by  Faith. 


Duke  Street, 


384 


HYMNS, 


3 Wide  it  unvails  the  heavenly  world, 
Where  endless  pleasures  reign ; 

It  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there, 

Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

4 Faith  shows  the  promises,  all  sealed 
With  our  Redeemer’s  blood  j 

It  helps  our  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a faithful  God. 

5 There,  still  unshaken,  would  we  rest, 
> Till  this  frail  body  dies  ; 

f And  then,  on  faith’s  triumphant  wing, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 


303 


C.  P.  M.  Aithlone. 

Trailing  in  Christ  for  Pardon. 


0 THOU  that  hear’st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  thee? 

1 have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2 Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner’s  stead, 

His  spotless  righteousness  1 plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  : 

That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 


3 Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send : 

By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
p And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 
— ‘ Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend.’ 


mf  4 The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away  : 
f Uncloirged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I’d  mount,  I’d  fly,  with  eager  wings, 
To  everlasting  day. 


304  L.  M.  Alfreton.  Rotterdam. 

HERE,  at  thy  cross,  my  gracious  Lord, 

I lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love  ; 

Oh,  cleanse  me  with  atoning  blood, 

Nor  let  me  from  thy  feet  remove. 


HYMNS. 


385 


2 Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 
Unmoved  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie: 

Resolved — for  that’s  my  last  defence — 

If  I must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3 But  speak,  O Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 

Am  I not  safe  beneath  thy  shade? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 

Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4 Yes — I’m  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim  j 

f Hosanna  to  my  Saviour  God, 

And  loudest  praises  to  his  name. 

^ C.  M.  Judea.  Jordan. 

Love  the  chief  Grace. 

HAPPY  the  heart,  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast: 

Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 

And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2 Knowledge — alas  ! ’tis  all  in  vain — 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight,  and  reign, 

If  love  be  absent  there. 

3 This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 

f ’Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 

>»  In  realms  of  endless  peace. 

306  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

HAD  I the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass — an  empty  sound. 

2 Were  I inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  or  hell ; 

Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 

Still  I am  nothing  without  love. 

3 Should  I distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  hungry — clothe  the  poor  j 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a martyr’s  glorious  name — 

4 If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain : 

Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 

The  work  of  love  can  e’er  fulfil. 

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386 


HYMNS. 


0aw  M.  Baldwin.  Christmas. 

oU7  God  the  Portion  of  the  Soul. 

MY  God  ! the  spring  of  all  my  joys. 

The  l ife  of  my  delights, 

The  glory  of  my  brightest  days. 

And  comfort  of  my  nights, — 

2 In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 

Thou  art  my  soul’s  bright  morning  star, 

And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3 The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 

And  whispers,  I am  his  ! 

4 My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way 
To  meet  my  dearest  Lord. 

308  S.  M.  Lisbon.  St.  Thoma». 
MY  God — my  life — my  love, 

To  thee — to  thee  I call ; 

1 cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2 Nor  earth — nor  all  the  sky 
Can  one  delight  afford, 

No — not  a drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  presence,  Lord, 
f 3 Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll : 

The  circle,  where  my  passions  move, 

And  centre  of  my  soul. 

309  C.  M.  Bedford.  Medfield. 
MY  God — my  portion — and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all, 

I’ve  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2 How  vain  a toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee  ! 

Or  what’s  my  safety  or  my  health, 

Or  all  my  friends  to  me  1 

3 Were  f possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own  j 


HYMNS. 


337 


Without  thy  graces — and  thyself, 

I  were  a wretch  undone. 

4 Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  : 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 

And  I desire  no  mo/e. 

310  C.  M.  Dundee.  Litchfield. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  joys  divine, 

To  thee  my  soul  aspires  ; 

Oh  ! could  I say,  ‘ The  Lord  is  mine  !* 

’Tis  all  my  soul  desires. 

2  My  hope,  my  trust,  my  life,  my  Lord, 
Assure  me  of  thy  love  ; 

Oh  ! speak  the  kind,  transporting  word, 

And  bid  my  fears  remove. — 
f 3 Then  shall  my  thankful  powers  rejoice, 

And  triumph  in  my  Gjd, 
ff  Till  heavenly  rapture  tune  my  voice 
To  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

C.  M.  Mansfield.  Dundee. 

0x1  True  Happiness  to  be  found  only  in  God . 

IN  vain  I trace  creation  o’er, 

In  search  of  solid  rest; 

The  whole  creation  is  too  poor, 

To  make  me  truly  blest. 

2 Let  earth  and  all  her  charms  depart, 
Unworthy  of  the  mind  ; 

In  God  alone  this  restless  heart 
Enduring  bliss  can  find. 

3 Thy  favor,  Lord,  is  all  I want; 

Here  would  my  spirit  rest: 

< Oh  ! seal  the  rich,  the  boundless  grant, 
mf  And  make  me  fully  blest. 

312  L.  M.  Middlebury.  Denton. 

THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  refuge,  my  almighty  friend — 

And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 

On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 

2 Whither— ah!  whither  shall  I go, 

A wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord? 

Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 


388 


HYMNS. 


3 Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives : 

Here,  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4 Let  earth’s  alluring  joys  combine, 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call  j 

One  smile — one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 

My  dearest  Lord  1 outweighs  them  all. 

5 Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore ; 

Thou  art  my  life — my  joy — my  care : 

Depart  from  thee  ? — ’tis  death — ’tis  more — 

> ’Tis  endless  ruin — deep  despair ! 

— 6 Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 

Here  safety  dwells — and  peace  divine  : 
mf  Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 

For  life — eternal  life  is  thine. 

313  C.  M.  Judea.  Grafton.  Dedham. 

WHAT  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  clothe, 
Though  vines  their  fruit  deny, 

The  labor  of  the  olive  fail, 

And  fields  no  meat  supply  ; — 

2 Though  from  the  fold,  with  sad  surprise, 

My  flock  cut  off  I see  ; 

Though  famine  reign  in  empty  stalls, 

Where  herds  were  wont  to  be  : — 
mf  3 Yet  in  the  Lord  will  I be  glad, 

And  glory  in  his  love  ; 

In  him  I’ll  joy,  who  will  the  God 
Of  my  salvation  prove. 

4 God  is  the  treasure  of  my  soul, 

The  source  of  lasting  joy  ; 

A joy — which  want  shall  not  impair. 

Nor  death  itself  destroy. 

S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  E&stburn. 

«>14  Adoption. 

BEHOLD  ! what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  has  bestowed 

On  sinners  of  a mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2 ’Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 

The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King. 

God’s  everlasting  Son. 


HYMNS. 


389 


3 Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 

But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 

We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4 A hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure  ; 

May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 

As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5 If  in  my  Father’s  love 
I share  a filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a dove, 

To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6 We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 

Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 

And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

315  C.  M.  Walney.  St.  Martin’s. 
SOVEREIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Allow  my  humble  claim  ; 

Nor,  when  I raise  my  guilty  head, 

Disdain  a father’s  name. 

2 My  Father — God  ! how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
p How  tender — and  how  dear ! 

— Not  all  the  harmony  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  thenar. 

3 Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 
On  rny  expanding  heart ; 

And  show  that  in  Jehovah’s  grace 
I share  a filial  part, 
f 4 Cheered  by  a signal  so  divine, 

Unwavering  I believe ; 

>■  And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry  ; 
f Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

316  S.  M.  Haverhill.  Little  Marlboro*. 
MOST  gracious  God,  reveal 

Thy  will  concerning  me  ; 

Whate’er  I do — whate’er  I feel, 

I follow  thy  decree. 

2 The  counsels  of  thy  love 
Be  on  my  heart  impressed  ; 

It  then  shall  at  thy  bidding  move, 

And  at  thy  bidding  rest. 


HYMNS. 


390 

mf  3 While  thou  my  leader  art, 

And  rnak’st  me  thine  abode, 

1 find  the  witness  in  my  heart, 

That  I am  born  ot  God. 

p 4 Father,  thy  will  be  done! 

To  thee  I all  resign  ; 

The  sole  disposer  of  thine  own, 

Dispose  of  me  and  mine. 

5 At  thy  command — I go, 

Or  quietly  attend, 

Till  all  my  care  and  toil  below 

Len  In  rest  eternal  end. 

C.  M.  Dundee.  Canterbury. 

Filial  Submission. 

AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 

To  say,  ‘ My  Father,  God  !’ 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  1 long  to  lie, 

And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2 I would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 

Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 

Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

mf  3 Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 
And  bid  me  wait'serene  ; 

f Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 

And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

Aff  4 My  Father ! — oh  ! permit  my  heart 
To  plead  her  humble  claim  ; 

And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 

In  my  Redeemer’s  name. 

318  C.  M.  Stamford.  Litchfield. 

Aff  MY  God,  my  Father — blissful  name  ! — 

Oh  ! may  I call  thee  mine? 

May  r,  with  sweet  assurance,  claim 
A portion  so  divine  ? 

2 This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  : 

What  harm  can  ewer  reach  my  soul, 

Beneath  my  Father’s  eye? 

3 Whate’er  thy  holy  will  denies, 

I cheerfully  resign : 

Lord,  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise, 


HYMNS. 


391 


4 Whate’er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

Oh  ! give  me  strength  to  hear  ; 

And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 

>•  And  trust  his  tender  care. 

C.  M.  Colchester.  Stamford. 
Strength  and  Protection  from  God . 
mf"  WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  ? 
And  where’s  our  courage  fled? 

Has  restless  sin,  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2 Have  we  forgot  th’  almighty  name 
That  formed  the  earth  and  sea? 

And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3 Almighty  strength  and  boundless  grace 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ! 

He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 

And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4 Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 

>.  And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 

f But  we,  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 

Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

320  C.  M.  Barby.  Litchfield. 

AND  art  thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord, 

To  dissipate  our  fear? 

Dost  thou  proclaim  thyself  our  God  ? — 

Our  God  forever  near? 

2 Dost  thou  a Father’s  kindness  feel, 

For  all  thy  humble  saints  ? 

And  in  such  friendly  accents  speak, 

To  soothe  their  sad  complaints  ? 
mf*i  3 Why  droop  our  hearts — why  flow  our  tears, 
While  such  a voice  we  hear  ? 

Why  rise  our  sorrows,  and  our  fears, 

While  such  a friend  is  near? 

— 4 To  all  thine  other  favors  add 
A heart  to  trust  thy  word  ; 
mf  And  death  itself  shall  hear  us  sing, 

While  resting  on  the  Lord. 

321  C.  M.  Grafton.  Eastport. 

GREAT  Source  of  boundless  power  and  grace  1 

Attend  my  mournful  cry  j 


392 


HYMNS, 


In  hours  of  dark  and  deep  distress, 

To  thee  alone  I fly. 

2 Thou  art  my  strength,  my  life,  my  stay  j 
Assist  my  treble  trust ; 

Oh  ! drive  my  gloomy  fears  away, 

And  raise  me  from  the  dust. 

3 Fain  would  I call  thy  grace  to  mind, 

And  trust  thy  glorious  name  : 

Jehovah,  powerful,  wise,  and  kind, 

Forever  is  the  same. 

4 Thy  presence,  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart, 
When  earthly  comforts  die  ; 

Thy  voice  can  bid  my  pains  depart, 

And  raise  my  pleasures  high. 

5 Here  let  me  rest — on  thee  depend, 

My  God,  my  hope,  my  all  ; 

mf  Be  thou  my  everlasting  friend, 

And  I shall  never  fall. 

322  C.  M.  Burford.  Medfield. 

HEAR,  gracious  God,  my  humble  prayer  j 
To  thee  f breathe  my  sighs  ; 

When  will  the  cheering  morn  appear? 

And  when  my  joys  arise  ? 

2 My  God  ! oh,  could  I make  the  claim — 

My  Father,  and  my  Friend  ! 

And  call  thee  mine,  by  every  name 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  ! — 

3 By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 

I would  thy  grace  entreat ; 

Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove, 

Nor  leave  thy  mercy-seat. 

4 Yet,  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  stay  ; 

Here  would  I rest,  till  light  returns : 

Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

5 Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace 
Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 

Oh  make  my  heavy  sorrows  cease, 

And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

mf  6 Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 

And  bless  thy  healing  rays  ; 

And  change  these  deep,  complaining  sighs. 

For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 


HYMNS. 


393 


323  C.  M.  Dundee.  Medfield. 

O GOD  of  Bethel ! by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 

Thou  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led. 

2 Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  : 

God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3 Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 

And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4 Oh,  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father’s  loved  abode, 

Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5 Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand, 

Our  humble  prayers  implore; 

f And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 

Our  portion  evermore. 

gygy  . S.  M.  Olmutz.  St.  Thoraab 

Trust  in  Qod. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take  : 

Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 

Bid  every  string  awake. 

2 Though  in  a foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home ; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3 His  grace  will,  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 

Nor  present  things— nor  things  to  come, 

Shall  quench  this  spark  divine. 

4 When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame  ; 

Then  will  we  trust  our  gracious  God, 

And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5 Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
Subside  at  his  control  ; 

His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 


394 


HYMNS, 


6 Blest  is  the  man,  O God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! — 

Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
mf  Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

The  Gospel  exemplified  in  the  Conduct. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 

To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2 Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  : 

When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 

And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3 Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 

Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 

While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4 Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope — 

The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord — 

And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

C.  M.  Dedham.  Stamford. 

326  Filial  Obedience. 

GRACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  j 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2 Not  by  the  terrors  of  a slave, 

Do  they  perform  his  will ; 

But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 

His  sweet  commands  fulfil. 

3 They  find  access  at  every  hour 
To  God  within  the  vail ; 

Hence  they  derive  a quickening  power, 

And  joys  that  never  fail. 

4 Oh  happy  souls  ! — oh  glorious  state 
Of  overflowing  grace  ! 

To  dwell  so  near  their  Father’s  seat, 

And  see  his  lovely  face. 

5 Lord,  I address  thy  heavenly  throne  j 
Call  me  a child  of  thine ; 


HYMNS. 


395 


Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6 There  shed  thy  tender  love  abroad. 

And  make  my  comfort  strong  ; 
f Then  shall  [ say,  ‘ My  Father,  God,’ 

With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

S.  M.  Little  Marlboro’.  St.  Thomas. 
0^7  Death  to  Sin  by  the  Cross  of  Christ. 

SHALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 

Because  thy  grace  abounds, 

Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 

And  open  all  his  wounds? 

2 Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e’er  be  said, 

That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 

Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3 We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 

Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 

And  bought  our  liberty. 

L.  M.  Alfreton.  Danvers. 

328  Living  to  Christ. 

MY  gracious  Lord,  I own  thy  right 
To  every  service  I can  pay, 

And  call  it  my  supreme  delight, 

To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2 What  is  my  being, but  for  thee — 

Its  sure  support — its  noblest  end? 

’Tis  my  delight  thy  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a friend. 

3 I would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 

Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a sounding  name  abroad. 

4 ’Tis  to  my  Saviour  I would  live  ; 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died  j 

Nor  could  all  worldly  honor  give 
Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 

5 Ilis  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  morej 

And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  saving  love — his  glorious  power. 


396 


HYMNS, 


_ S.  M.  Morninjrton.  St.  Thomai. 

The  vigilant  Servant. 

*»  YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait ; 

With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 

And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2 Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 

For  aw  ful  is  his  name. 

3 Watch  !— ’tis  your  Lord’s  command ; 

And  while  wre  speak,  he’s  near: 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 

And  ready  all  appear. 

4 Oh  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a posture  found  ! 

He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 

And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

C.  M.  Lebanon,  Medfield. 

Ooil  Qod  the  Author  o f Mercies  and  Afflictions. 

NAKED,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  rose  to  life  at  first, 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 

And  mingle  with  the  dust. 

2 The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 

Are  only  favors  borrowed  now, 

To  be  repaid  anon. 

3 ’Tis  God,  who  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave ; 

He  gives — and  blessed  be  his  name — 

He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4 Peace,  all  our  angry  passions,  then  j 
Let  each  rebellious  sigh 

Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 

And  every  murmur  die. 

5 If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 

And  we’ll  adore  the  justice  too, 

That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

331  C.  M.  Dundee.  Burfbrd. 

O THOU,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way! 
Though  now  it  seem  severe, 


HYMNS. 


397 


Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say 
There  is  no  mercy  here  ! 

2 Oh  ! may  I,  Lord,  desire  the  pain 
That  comes  in  kindness  down, 

Far  more  than  sweetest  earthly  gain, 
Succeeded  by  a frown. 

3 Then,  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I see  ; 

The  gracious  hand,  that  strikes  the  blow, 

Was  wounded  once  for  me. 

332  C.  M.  Grafton.  Stamford. 
IT  is  the  Lord — enthroned  in  light, 

Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 

Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2 It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease  j 

And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

3 It  is  the  Lord — my  covenant  God, 

Thrice  blessed  be  his  name  ! 

Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood, 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 

4 And  can  my  soul,  with  hopes  like  these, 

Be  sullen,  or  repine  i 

No — gracious  God  ! — take  what  thou  please ; 
To  thee  I all  resign. 

333  C.  M.  Spencer.  Litchfield. 
SINCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 

God’s  watchful  eye  surveys, 

Oh,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 

Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ! 

2 Good,  when  he  gives— supremely  good, 

Nor  less  when  he  denies  ; 

Ev’n  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 

Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3 Why  should  we  doubt  a Father’s  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 

To  his  unerring  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4 In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name  j 


398 


HYMNS, 


There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb  ! 

334  C.  M.  Medfield.  Litchfield. 

p IN  thy  rebukes,  all -gracious  God, 

What  soft  compassion  reigns  ! 

What  gentle  accents  of  thy  voice 
Allay  thy  children’s  pains! 

2  {t  When  I correct  my  chosen  sons, 

A father’s  bowels  move  : 

One  transient  moment  bounds  my  wrath, 

But  endless  is  my  love.” 

mf  3 Our  faith  shall  look  through  every  tear, 

And  view  thy  smiling  face  ; 

And  hope,  amid  our  sighs,  shall  tune 
An  anthem  to  thy  grace. 

mp  4 Receive,  at  length,  my  weary  soul 
To  join  thy  saints  above  ; 

mf  Then  shall  1 learn  a song  of  praise, 

Eternal  as  thy  love. 

^ C.  M.  Dedham.  Oakland. 

OOO  Safe  trusting  in  Ood. 

O LORD ! my  best  desires  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 

Life,  health,  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 

And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2 Why  should  I shrink  at  thy  command, 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3 No — rather  let  me  freely  yield 
What  most  F prize  to  thee, 

Who  never  hast  a good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4 Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  wayj 
Shall  I resist  them  both  ? — 

A poor,  blind  creature  of  a day, 

And  crushed  before  the  moth  ! 

5 But  ah  ! m>  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 

Else  the  next  cloud  that  vails  my  sfeiea 
Will  drive  these  thoughts  away. 


HYMNS. 


399 

Bethany. 


336  Faith  prevailing  in  Trouble. 

IF,  through  unruffled  seas, 

Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 

With  grateful  hearts,  O God,  to  thee 
We’ll  own  the  fostering  gale. 

2 But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 

Blest  he  the  sorrow — kind  the  storm, 

Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3 Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
All  yield  to  thy  control : 

Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4 Teach  us,  in  every  state, 

To  make  thy  will  our  own  ; 

And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 

To  live  by  faith  alone. 

337  C.  M.  Wesiford.  Eastport.  Princeton 
mp  WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade  > 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

’Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 

And  long  to  fly  away  : — 

2 Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 

Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
W’here  Jesus  pleads  above  : — 

3 Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
In  life’s  fair  book  set  down  ; 

Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own  : — 

4 Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

W'hose  love  can  never  end ; 

Sweet  on  the  covenant  of  his  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  : — 

5 Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 

And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6 If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 

Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss, 

O Lord,  direct  from  thee  ' 


400  HYMNS. 

tyno  C.  M.  Medfield.  Clarendon. 

A submissive  and  docile  Spirit . 

THOU  boundless  source  of  every  good  ! 

Our  best  desires  fulfil : 

Help  us  t’  adore  thy  wondrous  grace, 

And  mark  thy  sovereign  will. 

2 In  all  thy  mercies  may  our  souls 
Thy  bounteous  goodness  see  ; 

Nor  let  the  gifts  thy  grace  imparts 
Estrange  our  hearts  from  thee. 

3 Teach  us,  in  time  of  deep  distress, 

To  own  thy  hand,  O God  ! 

And  in  submissive  silence  learn 
The  lessons  of  thy  rod. 

4 In  every  changing  scene  of  life, 

Whate’er  that  scene  may  be, 

Give  us  a meek  and  humble  mind, 

A mind  at  peace  with  thee. 

5 Do  thou  direct  our  steps  aright ; 

Help  us  thy  name  to  fear: 

Oh  give  us  grace  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  strength  to  persevere. 

6 Then  may  we  close  our  eyes  in  death, 

Free  from  distracting  care ; 

For  death  is  life — and  labor  rest, 
mf  If  thou  art  with  us  there. 


C.  M.  Dundee.  Barby. 

•****'  Contentment . 

FATHER,  whate’er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

mp  2 * Give  me  a calm,  a thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3 Oh  let  the  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend — 

*<  Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
mf  And  crown  my  journey’s  end.’ 


HYMNS.  401 

cy  . _ C.  M.  S<  am  ford.  Colchester. 

o4U  God's  Covenant  a Security  in  Trouble. 

MY  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 
Abides  forever  sure ; 

And  in  its  boundless  grace  I feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2 Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become — 

My  Saviour  my  almighty  Friend, 

And  heaven  my  final  home  5 — 

3 I welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love ; 

And  when  thy  way,  great  God,  is  dark, 

I  wait  thy  light  above. 

4 Thy  covenant,  in  my  dying  hour, 

Shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

*<  And  when  1 wake,  shall  stlil  employ 
mf  My  everlasting  song. 

. S.  M.  Haverhill.  Dover. 

1 Casting  our  Cares  on  God. 

HOW  gentle  God’s  commands  ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 

Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2 His  bounty  will  provide  ; 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 

That  hand  which  bears  cieation  up, 

Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3 Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 

Oh,  seek  your  "heavenly  "Father’s  throne, 
p And  peace  and  comfort  find. 

— 4 His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day  ; 
mf  I’ll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 

And  bear  a song  away. 

S.  M.  Olmutz.  Momington. 
Humbly  waiting  on  God. 

AND  shall  I sit  alone, 

Oppressed  with  grief  and  fear? 

To  God , my  Father,  make  my  moan, 

And  he  refuse  to  hear? 

26 


402 


HYMNS. 


2 If  he  my  Father  be, 

His  pity  he  will  show  ; 

From  cruel  bondage  set  me  free, 

And  inward  peace  bestow. 

3 If  still  he  silence  keep, 

’Tis  but  my  faith  to  try  ; 

He  knows  and  feels  whene’er  I weep, 

And  softens  every  sigh. 

4 Then  will  I humbly  wait, 

Nor  once  indulge  despair ; 

My  sins  are  great — but  not  so  great 
As  his  compassions  are. 

343  L.  M.  Ralston.  Appleton. 

WAIT,  O my  soul,  thy  Maker’s  will; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still  I 
Nor  let  a murmuring  thought  arise — 

His  ways  are  just — his  counsels  wise. 

2 He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Perforins  his  work — the  cause  conceals  : 

But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3 Wait  then,  my  soul — submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat : 

Amid  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 

Still  trust  a wise  and  gracious  God. 

C.  M.  Colchester.  Stamford. 
o44  Bearing  Shame  for  Christ. 

mf  DIDST  thou,  dear  Saviour,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 

And  shall  I fear  to  own  thy  name, 

Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

2 Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  make  me  truly  bold  ; 

Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3 Let  mockers  scoff— the  world  defame, 

And  treat  me  with  disdain  j 

Still  may  I glory  in  thy  name, 

And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4 To  thee  1 cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  powers  resign ; 

Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit. 

And  I’ll  no  more  repine. 


HYMNS.  403 

^ C.  M.  Grafton.  Dedham. 

345  Sincerity. 

AM  I ail  Israelite  indeed, 

Without  a false  disguise  ? 

Have  I renounced  my  sins,  and  left 
My  refuges  of  lies  ? 

2 Say,  does  my  heart  unchanged  remain  ? 

Or  is  it  formed  anew  ? 

What  is  the  rule  by  which  I walk, 

The  object  I pursue  ? 

3 Cause  me,  O God  of  truth  and  grace, 

My  real  state  to  know  ! 

If  I am  wrong — oh  set  me  right ! 

If  right — preserve  me  so ! 

346  L.  M.  Slade.  Germany. 

SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest ! 
Come — fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 

Dispel  my  doubts — my  fears  control. 

And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2 Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere, 

Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here; 

Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 

Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3 O God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 

Make  thou  these  sacred  pleasures  mine! 
Forgive  my  sins — my  fears  remove, 

And  fill  my  heart  with  joy  and  love. 

C.  M.  Eastport.  Patmos. 

*24 7 Chiding  ourselves  for  spiritual  Sloth. 

MY  drowsy  powers  ! why  sleep  ye  so? 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 

Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 

Yet  nothing’s  half  so  dull. 

2 Go  to  the  ants  ! — for  one  poor  grain 
See  how  they  toil  and  strive  ! 

Yet  we,  who  have  a heaven  t’  obtain, 

How  negligent  we  live ! 

3 We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move — 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above— 


404 


HYMNS, 


4 We,  tor  whom  God  the  Son  came  down 
And  labored  for  our  good — 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

AfF  5 Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? — 

Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th’  heavenly  hill, 

And  melt  our  frozen  hearts, 
mf  6 Give  us  with  active  zeal  to  move, 

With  vigorous  souls  to  rise  ; 

-<  With  hands  of  faith — and  wings  of  love, 
f To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

C.  M.  Bedford.  Stamford. 

d4o  Deliverance  from  Sin  desired. 

THOU  great  Redeemer!  set  me  free 
From  my  old  state  of  sin  ; 

Oh  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 

Create  new  powers  within. 

2 Renew  mine  eyes — and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afresh  ; 

Give  me  new  passions,  joys, /and  fears, 

And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

3 Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 

In  that  new  world  thy  grace  hath  made, 

I  would  forever  dweil. 

349  C.  M.  Grafton.  Barby. 

OH  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer’s  throne  ; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 

His  rightful  claim  to  own. 

2 Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear; 

And  all  iny  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

3 Preserve  me  safe  from  every  sin, 

Through  my  remaining  days; 

And  let  each  virtue  in  me  shine, 

To  my  Redeemer’s  praise. 

4 Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire, 

Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 

And  may  l wait  with  strong  desire, 

To  mount  above  the  skies. 


HYMNS. 


405 


350  C.  M.  Howard’s.  Wacnusett. 

OH  for  a heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 

A heart  that’s  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 

2 Oh  for  a heart  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer’s  throne  ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 

Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3 Oh  for  an  humble,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 

Which  neither  life,  nor  death,  can  part, 

From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4 Thy  temper,  gracious  Cord,  impart; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 

Oh  write  thy  name  upon  my  heart— 

Thy  name,  O God,  is  love. 

351  L.  M.  Appleton.  Medway. 

AND  dost  thou  sav, ‘ Ask  what  thou  wilt  ?* 
Lord,  I would  seize  the  golden  hour — 

1 pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin’s  polluting  power. 

2 More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart; 

More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear: 

Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 

And  reign  without  a rival  there. 

3 Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 

And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength  ; 

Oh  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed 
In  all  its  height,  and  breadth,  and  length. 

4 Grant  these  requests — I ask  no  more, 

But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign : 

Sick,  or  in  health — or  rich,  or  poor, 

All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 

352  7s.  Pleyel’sHymn.  Norwich. 

LAMB  of  God,  who  thee  receive, 

Who  in  thee  desire  to  live, 

Day  and  night  thev  cry  to  thee, 

‘As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be  !’ 

2 ‘ Fix — oh  fix  our  wavering  mind  1 
To  thy  cross  our  spirits  bind  : 


406 


HYMNS. 


Gladly  now  we  would  be  clean, 

Cleanse  our  hearts  from  every  sin. 

3 Dust  and  ashes  though  we  be, 

Full  of  guilt  and  misery; 

Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God  ; 

Take  the  purchase  of  thy  blood.* 

4 Sinners  who  in  thee  believe 

Everlasting  life  receive  ; 

They  with  joy  behold  thy  face, 

Triumph  in  thy  pardoning  grace. 

gy  C.  M.  Stamford.  Grafton. 

OOO  Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 

PERMTT  me,  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face, 

Obedient  to  thy  call ; 

To  seek  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 

My  strength,  my  life,  my  all. 

2 All  I can  wish  is  thine  to  give : 

My  God,  T ask  thy  love, 

That  greatest  boon  l can  receive, 

That  bliss  of  heaven  above. 

3 To  heaven  my  restless  heart  aspires ; 

Oh!  for  some  quickening  ray, 

To  animate  my  faint  desires, 

And  cheer  the  tiresome  way. 

4 While  sin  and  Satan  join  their  art 
To  keep  me  from  my  Lord, 

Dear  Saviour,  guard  my  trembling  heart, 

And  guide  me  by  thy  word. 

5 Whene’er  the  tempting  foe  alarms, 

Or  spreads  the  fatal  snare, 

I’ll  fly  to  my  Redeemer’s  arms, 

For  safety  must  be  there. 

6 My  Guardian,  my  almighty  Friend, 

On  thee  my  soul  would  rest ; 

On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

In  thee  I’m  ever  blest. 

354  L.  M.  Summer.  Danvers. 

COME,  gracious  Lord — descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 


HYMNS.  407 

2 Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  eternal  love  and  grace. 

3 Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 

Be  everlasting  honors  done 
By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son. 

355  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Mornington. 

BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace  ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 

There  Jesus  shows  a smiling  face. 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2 Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love  : 

1 ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 

3 Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  my  will  to  thine  ; 

Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 

And  then  in  glory  shine. 

4 If  thou  these  blessings  give, 

And  wilt  my  portion  be, 

All  worldly  joys  I’ll  cheerful  leave, 

And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 

C.  M.  Wachusett.  Princeton. 
oOO  Longing  for  a closer  Walk  with,  Ood. 

OH  ! for  a closer  walk  with  God, 

A calm  and  heavenly  frame — 

A light,  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2 Where  is  the  blessedness  I knew, 

When  first  I saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3 What  peaceful  hours  I once  enjoyed  !— 

How  sweet  their  memory  still  1 — 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4 Return,  O holy  Dove  ! return — 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 

I hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 


408 


HYMNS. 


5 The  dearest  idol  T have  known, 
Whate’er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee, 
mf  6 So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God; 
p Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

< So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
mf  That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


C.  M.  Stamford.  Walney. 

1 • Christians  perfected  by  Grace  through  Christ. 

FATHER  of  peace,  and  God  of  love, 

We  own  thy  power  to  save  ; 

That,  power  by  which  our  Saviour  rose 
Victorious  o’er  the  grave. 

2 We  triumph  in  that  Saviour’s  name, 

Still  watchful  for  our  good  ; 

Who  brought  th’  eternal  covenant  down, 

And  sealed  it  with  his  blood. 


3  So  may  the  Spirit  seal  our  souls, 

And  mould  them  to  thy  will ; 

Our  treacherous  hearts  no  more  shall  rove, 

But  keep  thy  covenant  still, 
mf  4 Still  may  we  gain  superior  strength, 

And  press  with  vigor  on, 

Till  full  perfection  crown  our  hopes, 

And  fix  us  near  thy  throne. 

Q kq  L.  M.  Gloucester.  Sparta. 

Blessedness  of  the  Righteous. 

BLEST  are  the  humble  souls,  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty: 

Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 

And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2 Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 

Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart: 

The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A healing  balm  for  ali  their  woes. 

3 Rlest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  nire  and  passion,  noise  and  war: 

God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4 Rlest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  : 


HYMNS. 


409 


They  shall  he  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5 Blest  are  the  men  whose  mercies  move 
To  acts  of  kindness  and  of  love  : 

From  Christ,  the  Lord,  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6 Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean, 
Who  never  tread  the  ways  of  sin  : 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A God  of  spotless  purity. 

7 Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife: 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 

The  sons  of  God — the  God  of  peace. 

8 Blest  are  the  faithful,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus’  sake  : 

Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Eternal  life  is  their  reward. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  VIEWED  IN  VARIOUS  RE- 
LATIONS AND  CIRCUMSTANCES. 

S.  M.  Marnington.  ShirlancL 
3o0  Vital  Union  to  Christ . 

DEAR  Saviour,  we  are  thine 
By  everlasting  bonds : 

Our  hearts,  our  souls  we  would  resign 
Entirely  to  thy  hands. 

2 To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 
With  ever-growing  zeal : 

If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 

Oh  let  them  ne’er  prevail. 

3 Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  head  ; 

Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 

And  teach  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4 Death  may  our  souls  divide 
From  these  abodes  of  clay  ; 

But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 

Through  all  the  gloomy  way 


HYMNS. 


5 Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 

If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 

He’ll  fix  liis  members  there. 

360  L.  M.  Alfreton.  Hague. 

WHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 

To  thee,  O Lord,  I lift  my  eyes, 

To  thee  I breathe  my  soul’s  desires. 

2 Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord  ? 

And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die  ? — 

’Tis  fixed  on  thine  almighty  word — 

That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky. 

3 If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure : 

His  word  a firm  foundation  gives ; 

Here  I may  build — and  rest  secure. 

4 Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell  \ 

Forever  sure  the  promise  stands  : 

Not  all  the  powers  of  earth,  or  hell. 

Can  e’er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5 Here,  O my  soul,  thy  trust  repose : 

If  Jesus  is  forever  mine, 

Not  death  itself— that  last  of  foes — 

Shall  break  a union  so  divine. 

361  L.  M.  Rothwcll.  Sheffield. 

1 KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives — 

What  joy  the  blest  assurance  g;ves  ! 

He  lives — he  lives ! who  once  was  dead, 

He  lives,  my  everlasting  head  ! 

2 He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 

He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above  ; 

He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 

He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3 He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 

He  lives,  and  I shall  conquer  death  j 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

4 He  lives ! — all  glory  to  his  name  ! 

He  lives,  my  Saviour,  still  the  same ; 

How  great  the  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

* I know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  !* 


HYMNS.  411 

L.  M.  Rotterdam.  Uxbridge, 
00^4-  Deriving  Strength  from  Christ. 

LET  me  but  bear  my  Saviour  say, 

4 Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day  3’ 

Then  1 rejoice  in  deep  distress, 

Upheld  by  all-sufficient  grace. 

2 I can  do  all  things — or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 

Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 

While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

3 I glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ’s  own  power  may  rest  on  me: 
When  I am  weak — then  am  I strong; 

Grace  is  my  shield — and  Christ  my  song. 

C.  M.  Covington.  Mansfield. 
Living  by  Faith  on  the  Son  of  Ood. 
BLEST  Jesus,  while  in  mortal  flesh 
I hold  my  frail  abode, 

Still  would  my  spirit  rest  on  thee, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

2 On  thy  dear  cross  I fix  my  eyes, 

Then  raise  them  to  thy  seat ; 

Till  love  dissolves  my  inmost  soul, 

At  my  Redeemer’s  feet. 

3 Be  dead,  my  heart,  to  worldly  charms ; 

Be  dead  to  every  sin  ; 

< And  tell  the  boldest  foe  without, 
f That  Jesus  reigns  within. 

364  78.  Alsen.  Norwich, 

SON  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant, 

Still  supply  mv  every  want ; 

Tree  of  life,  thine  influence  shed, 

With  thy  fruit  my  spirit  feed, 
p 2 Tenderest  branch,  alas  ! am  I ; 

Without  thee,  I droop  and  die; 

Weaker  than  a bruised  reed, 

Help  I every  moment  need. 

— 3 All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend  ; 

Love  me,  save  me,  to  the  end  ! 

Give  me  thy  supporting  grace, 
mf  Take  the  everlasting  praise. 


412 


HYMNS. 


^ L.  M.  Danvers.  Hebron. 

OOO  Christian  Fellowship. 

HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie,  that  binds 
In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds  ! 

How  swift  tne  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one  1 

2 To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear! 

W’hat  tender  love  ! — what  holy  fear  ! 

How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth — and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3 Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt,  and  human  wo; 

Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 

Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4 Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  smiling  face  : 

How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures  swell, 
There’s  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5 Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 

When  dimly  burns  frail  nature’s  fire: 

Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above— 

A heaven  of  joy — a heaven  of  love. 

366  S.  M.  Olmutz.  Pentonville. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love! 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2 Before  our  Father’s  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one — 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3 We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4 When  we  are  called  to  part, 

It  gives  us  mutual  pain  ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

mf  5 This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day 


HYMNS. 


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— 6 From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

From  sin, we  shall  be  free  ; 

< And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
mf  Through  all  eternity. 

367  C.  M.  Corinth.  Arlington, 
HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord, 

In  one  another’s  peace  delight, 

And  thus  fulfil  his  word  ! — 

2 When  each  can  feel  his  brother’s  sigh;, 

And  with  him  bear  a part ; 

When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 

And  joy  from  heart  to  heart : — 

3 When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 

Each  can  his  brother’s  failings  hide, 

And  show  a brother’s  love ; — 

4 When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 

And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 

In  every  action  glows, 
mf  5 Love  is  the  golden  chain,  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above ; 

And  he’s  an  heir  of  heaven,  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

368  7s.  Edyfield.  Nuremburg. 
SWEET  the  time — exceeding  sweet ! 

When  the  saints  together  meet, 

When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 

When  they  join  to  sing  of  him. 

2 Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 

Such  as  did  the  Father  move: 

He  beheld  the  world  undone, 

Loved  the  world — and  gave  his  Son. 

3 Sing  the  Son’s  amazing  love  j 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 

Took  our  nature,  and  our  place, 

Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4 Sing  we  too  the  Spirit’s  love : 

With  our  wretched  hearts  he  strove, 

Filled  our  minds  with  grief  and  fear, 

Brought  the  precious  Saviour  near. 


414 


HYMNS. 


5 Sweet  the  place — exceeding  sweet, 

Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 

Where  the  Saviour’s  still  the  theme, 

Where  they  see  and  sing  of  him. 

369  C.  M.  Medfield.  Dedham. 
BLEST  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 

That  will  not  let  us  part : 

Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 

We  still  are  one  in  heart ! 

2 Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go  ; 

We  still  in  Jesus’  footsteps  tread, 

And  still  his  praise  we  show. 

3 Oh  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  beside  ! 

Nothing  desire — nothing  esteem, 

But  Jesus  crucified ! 

4 Richly  we  share  the  Saviour’s  grace, 

We’re  one  in  mind  and  heart ; 

Not  joy,  nor  grief— not  time,  nor  place, 

Not  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

370  L.  M.  Medway.  Bath. 

THY  presence*  everlasting  God, 

Wide  o’er  all  nature  spreads  abroad  ; 

Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 

In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 

2 While  near  each  other  we  remain, 

Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain ; 

When  absent,  thou  dost  make  us  share 
Thy  smiles,  thy  counsels,  and  thy  care. 

3 To  thee  we  all  our  ways  commit, 

And  seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet  j 
Still  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 

And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4 Give  us,  O Lord,  within  thy  house, 

Again  to  pay  our  thankful  vows : 

Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 

Oh  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne. 

371  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Pacldingtoo. 
ONCE  more,  before  we  part, 

Oh  biess  the  Saviour’s  name  ; 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 


HYMNS. 


415 


2 Lord,  in  thy  grace  we  came, 

That  blessing  still  impart ; 

We  meet  in  Jesus’  sacred  name, 

In  Jesus’  name  we  part. 

3 Still  on  thy  holy  word 

We’ll  live,  and  feed,  and  grow, 

And  still  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practise  what  we  know. 

4 Now,  Lord,  before  we  part, 

Help  us  to  bless  thy  name : 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

C.  M.  Ferry.  Arlington. 

£ Dedication  to  God. 

ETERNAL  Father — God  of  love, 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 

Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 

And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2 Thine — wholly  thine— oh  let  us  be  ! 

Our  sacrifice  receive ; 

Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 

To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3 Come,  Holy  Ghost — the  Saviour’s  love 
Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 

And  be,  with  Christ,  in  God. 

3 C.  M.  Medford.  Dedham. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God, 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 

And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows, 

With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

2 Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 

Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 

And  offer  fervent  prayer. 

3 Come,  let  us  share,  without  delay, 

The  covenant  of  his  grace  ; 

Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
Its  memory  e’er  efface. 

4 Oh  may  our  rising  offspring  haste 
To  seek  their  fathers’  God  j 


416 


HYMNS, 


Nor  e’er  forsake  the  happy  path 
Their  fathers’  feet  have  trod. 

. C.  M.  Dundee.  Medfieid. 

* 4 Joining  the  Church  of  Christ. 

YE  men  and  angels,  witness  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 

To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 

A vow  we  dare  not  break, — 

2 That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 

Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 

Or  ever  quit  the  tield. 

3 We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely ; 

May  he,  with  our  returning  wants, 

All  needful  aid  supply. 

4 Oh  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 

And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 

Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

375  L.  M.  Danvers.  Nazareth. 

OH  happy  dayr,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  j 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2 Oh  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 

While  to  his  altar  now  I move. 

3 ’Tis  done — the  great  transaction’s  done  ; 

I am  my* Lord’s,  and  he  is  mine : 

He  drew  me,  and  1 followed  on, 

Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4 Now  rest — my  long-divided  heart — 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest — 

Here  have  l found  a nobler  part, 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5 High  Heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear; 

Till  in  life’s  latest  hour  I bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a bond  so  dear. 


HYMNS. 


417 


L.  M.  Medway.  Danrexs* 

070  A Welcome  to  Christian  Fellowship. 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 

Oh  come  in  Jesus’  precious  name ; 

We  welcome  thee,  with  one  accord, 

And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2 Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 

We’ll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove; 

Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 

Together  hound  by  mutual  love. 

3 And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We’ll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known; 

We’ll  share  each  other’s  hopes  and  fears, 

And  count  a brother’s  cares  our  own. 

4 Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love  : 

Oh  may  we  all  together  meet, 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above  ! 

S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Hudson. 
3 / T All  one  in  Christ. 

LET  party  names  no  more 
The  Christian  world  o’erspread  : 

Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 

Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2 Among  the  saints  on  earth 
Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 

With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3 Thus  will  the  church  below 
Resemble  that  above ; 

Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 

And  every  heart  is  love. 

L.  M.  Meudon.  Rothwell. 

oTo  The  heavenly  Race. 

1 1 AWAKE,  our  souls — away,  our  fears, 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 

Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 

And  put  a cheerful  courage  on. 

2 True,  ’tis  a strait  .and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint;— 


418 


HYMNS. 


3 The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 
Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young  ; 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4 From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a full  supply  ; 

While  those  who  trust  their  native  strength 
>•  Shall  inelt  away — and  droop— and  die. 
f >»  5 Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We’H  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 

379  C.  M.  Christmas.  Stephens* 

it  AWAKE,  my  soul — stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  : 

A heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

A bright,  immortal  crown. 

2 ’Tis  God’s  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

*Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3 A cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  : 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4 Blest  Saviour — introduced  by  thee, 

Have  we  our  race  begun  ; 

And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We’ll  lay  our  laurels  down. 

_ L.  M.  Monson.  Mendon. 

ooU  Christian  Warfare  and  Victory . 
f »»  STAND  up,  my  soul — shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 

March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain’s  gone. 

2 Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  j 

Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 

And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3 Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  j 

p it  There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

Aud  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 


HYMNS. 


419 


fit  4 There  shall  I wear  a starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader’s  praise. 

oo-j  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Pentonville. 

° A Watchfulness  and  Prayer  inculcated . 
u MY  soul,  he  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 

The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2 Oh  watch,  and  fignt,  and  pray; 

The  battle  ne’er  give  o’er; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 

3 Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  : 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4 Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 

He’ll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 

Up  to  his  blest  abode. 

C.  M.  Stamford.  Stephens. 

Christian  Courage  and  Self-denial. 
ft  AM  I a soldier  of  the  cross, 

A follower  of  the  Lamb  ? — 

And  shall  1 fear  to  own  his  cause  ? — 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2 Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  i 
Must  I not  stem  the  flood? 

Is  this  vile  world  a friend  to  grace. 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

3 Sure  I must  fight — if  I would  reign; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 

I’ll  hear  the  toil — endure  the  pain, 

Su pported  by  thy  word. 

4 Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they’re  slain  : 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 

And  soon  with  Christ  shall  rr  gn. 

5 W’hen  that  illustrious  day  sh?  J rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 


420 


HYMNS, 


In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


oqo  C.  M.  Grafton.  Bether. 

OOO  Succor  implored  in  spiritual  Conflicts . 

Aff  ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 

To  heaven,  oh  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2 How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 

My  weak  resistance  ! — ah,  how  vain  ! 

How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 

3 O gracious  God  ! in  whom  I live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 

Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4 Increase  my  faith — increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

Oh  bear  my  tainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5 Whene’er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 

My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 

My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6 Oh  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

C.  M.  Patmoa.  Judea. 

The  heavenly  Mansion . 

THERE  is  a house  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 

And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2 Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 
Must  be  dissolved,  and  fall ; 

Then,  O my  soul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heavenly  Father’s  call. 

3 ’Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven  j 

And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 

Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 


HYMNS. 


421 


4 We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  j 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We’re  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5 ’Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see : 

We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 

And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 

w C.  M.  Arlington.  Judea. 

ooO  Hope  of  Heaven  by  Christ. 

BLEST  be  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Fat  her  of  our  Lord  ; 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 

His  majesty  adored. 

2 When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  called  him  to  the  sky, 

He  gave  our  souls  a joyful  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 

3 What  though  his  uncontrolled  decree 
Command  our  flesh  to  dust? 

Yet,  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rose. 

So  all  his  followers  must. 

4 To  an  inheritance  divine, 

He  taught  our  hearts  to  rise: 

’Tis  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 

Unfading,  in  the  skies. 

5 Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept 
Till  his  salvation  come  : 

We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 

Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

386  L.  M.  61.  Dresden.  Eaton. 

AND  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone 
A mansion  to  prepare  for  rne  ? 

Shall  I behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

And  there  forever  sit  with  thee? 
f Then,  let  the  world  approve  or  blame, 

I’ll  triumph  in  thy  glorious  name. 

— 2 What  transport,  Lord,  shall  fill  my  heart, 
When  thou  my  worthless  name  wilt  own! 

When  I shall  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  know  as  f myself  am  known! 
f From  sin,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free, 

>>  My  soul  shall  find  its  rest  in  thee. 


422 


HYMNS. 


L.  M.  Alfreton.  Duke  Street. 
• Tht  Sight  of  God  and  Christ  the  Joy  of  Heaven. 

OH  ! for  a sight — a pleasing  sight 
Of  our  almighty  Father’s  throne  ! 

There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  with  a body  like  our  own. 

2 Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall  ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  bright  glories  on  them  all ! 

3 Oh  ! what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

f While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 

And  echo  from  each  heavenly  hill, 

The  glorious  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

— 4 When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  1 shall  mount  to  dwell  above  ; 

And  stand  and  bow  amid  them  there, 

And  view  thy  face — and  sing  thy  love? 
388  L.  M.  Ralston.  Appleton. 

UP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 

And  living  waters  gently  roll, 

Fain  would  my  thoughts  ascend  on  high, 

But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2 Oh  might  I once  mount  up  and  see 
The  glories  of  th*  eternal  skies ! 
p How  vain  a thing  this  world  would  be  ! 

How  empty  all  its  fleeting  joys  ! 

— 3 Great  All  in  All!  eternal  King! 

Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 

And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 
qqq  S.  M.  Utica.  PeutoiiTille. 

OcJiJ  Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 

COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2 Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 

But  children  of  the  heavenly  king 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3 The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A thousand  sacred  sweets, 


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Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden- streets. 

f 4 Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We’re  marching  through  Tmmanuel’s  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

890  7s.  Pleyel’s  Hymn.  Pilton. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 

As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 

Sing  your  Saviour’s  worthy  praise, 

Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2 Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 

In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 

They  are  happy  now — and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

f 3 Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest; 

You  on  Jesus’  throne  shall  rest ; 

There  your  seat  is  now  prepared — 

There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

AfF  4 Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 

Only  thou  our  leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

C.  M.  Christmas.  Litchfield. 

This  Life  a Pilgrimage. 

mp  LORD,  what  a wretched  land  is  this, 

That  yields  us  no  supply, 

No  cheering  fruits — no  wholesome  trees, 

No  streams  of  living  joy  ? 

2 Our  journey  is  a thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still  ; 

mf  Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 

And  reach  at  Zion’s  hill. 

dol  3 There,  on  a green  and  flowery  mount, 

Len  Our  weary  souls  shall  sit — 

— And  with  transporting  joy  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

f 4 Eternal  glory  to  the  King, 

Whose  hand  conducts  us  through  ; 

Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 

And  endless  praise  renew 


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424 

392  C.  M.  Medford.  Dedham. 
ETERNAL  God,  our  wondering  souls 

Admire  thy  matchless  grace  ; 

That  thou  wilt  walk — that  thou  wilt  dwell 
With  Adam’s  sinful  race. 

2 Cheered  with  thy  presence,  I can  trace 
The  desert  with  delight: 

Through  all  the  gloom,  one  smile  of  thine 
Can  dissipate  the  night. 

3 Nor  shall  I through  eternal  days 
A restless  pilgrim  roam  ; 

Thy  hand,  that  now  directs  my  course, 

Shall  soon  convey  me  home. 

4 Joyful  my  spirit  will  consent 
To  drop  its  mortal  load, 

And  hail  the  sharpest  pangs  of  death, 

That  break  its  way  to  God. 

393  L.  M.  Uxbridge.  Danvers. 
APJPE,  my  soul ! on  wings  sublime, 

Above  the  vanities  of  time  ; 

Remove  the  parting  vail — and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity  ! 

2 Born  by  a new,  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  T grovel  here  on  earth? 

Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 

So  near  to  heaven’s  eternal  joys  ? 

3 Shall  aught  beguile  me  on  the  road, 

While  I am  walking  back  to  God? 

Or  can  I love  this  earth  so  well, 

As  not  to  long  with  God  to  dwell  ? 

4 To  dwell  with  God  !— to  taste  his  love, 

Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above: 

The  glorious  expectation  now 
Is  heavenly  bliss  begun  below. 

394  L.  M.  Hingham.  Ward. 
WE’VE  no  abiding  city  here  ; 

We  seek  a land  beyond  our  sight; 

Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there  ; 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light, 
p 2 Oh  ! sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 

Where  pilgrims,  freed  from  toil,  are  blest  1 


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mf  Had  1 the  pfnions  of  a dove, 

I’d  fly  to  thee — and  be  at  rest, 
p”  3 But  hush,  my  soul — nor  dare  repine  ! 

The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best: 
mf  While  here,  to  do  his  will  be  mine, 

And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

- 8s,  7s  & 4.  Sicilian  Hymn.  Greenville 

olio  God  the  Pilgrim’s  Guide  and  Strength . 
GUTDE  me,  O thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  : 

1 am  weak — but  thou  art  mighty  ; 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 

Feed  me  til!  [ want  no  more. 

2 Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  •, 

Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3 When  l tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside: 

Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan’s  side  ; 
f Songs  of  praises 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

C.  M.  Grafton.  IVlenfieia. 

396  Contemplation  of  Death  and  Glory. 

MY  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 

And  think  how  near  it  stands, 

When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay. 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2 Oh  ! could  we  die  with  those  who  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead  , 

Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 

And  converse  with  the  dead  : — 

3 Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms  ; 

And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

4 We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
Before  the  summons  come, 


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And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

C.  M.  Patmo*.  Judex. 

• Looking  from  Earth  to  Heaven . 

mp  LET  death  dissolve  my  body  now, 

And  bear  my  spirit  home: 

Why  do  my  days  move  on  so  slow, 

Nor  my  salvation  come? 

2 God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 
A crown  which  cannot  fade ; 

The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 

Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

3 Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 
From  every  ill  design  ; 

And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom  take 
mp  This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

— 4 God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

My  portion — and  my  friend  ; 
f To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

Through  ages  without  end. 

398  C.  M.  Bedford.  St.  Martin's, 

OH,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  liy, 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 

To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 

Which  sorrow  ne’er  invades  ! 

2 There,  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason’s  feeble  ray, 

In  ever-blooming  prospect  rise, 

Exposed  to  no  decay. 

3 Lord,  send  a beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 

WTit.h  one  reviving  look  of  thine, 

Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4 Oh  then,  on  faith’s  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  souls  shall  rise, 

f To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring, 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

390  C.  M.  Christina*.  Warwick. 

WHEN  I can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

T bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


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f>»  2 Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  1 can  smile  at  Satan’s  rage, 

And  face  a frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a wild  deluge, come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

Aff  May  T but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; — 
mp  4 There  shall  I bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 

And  not  a wave  of  trouble  roll 
Len  Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

i .-.rv  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Corinth. 

The  heavenly  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2 There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-fading  flowers  ; 

Death,  like  a narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3 Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4 But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 

And  linger,  trembling,  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5 Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove. 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ; — 
mf  6 Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o’er, 

Not  Jordan’s  stream — nor  death’s  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

401  C.  M.  Stephens.  Judea. 

ON  Jordan’s  stormy  banks  I stand, 

And  cast  a wishful  eye 

To  Canaan’s  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 


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2 Oh  ! joyful  and  transporting  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 

Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight! 

3 O’er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

4 No  chilling  winds — no  poisonous  breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 

>•  Sickness  and  sorrow — pain  and  death — 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

— 5 When  shall  [ reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest? 

When  shall  I see  my  Father’s  face, 

And  in  his  bosom'rest? 

C.  M.  Nottingham.  York. 

Rest  from  Sin  and  Trouble  in  Heaven. 

OUR  sins,  alas  ! how  strong  they  are  ! 

And,  like  a raging  flood. 

They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 

And  force  us  from  our  God. 

2 The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rise  ! 

How  loud  the  tempests  roar ! 

>.  But  death  shall  land  our  weary  souls 

— Safe  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

3 There,  to  fulfil  his  high  commands, 

Our  cheerful  feet  shall  move  ; 

No  sin  shall  clog  our  active  zeal, 

Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4 There  shall  we  ever  sing  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace, 

Till  heavenly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 

And  smile  in  every  face. 

5 Forever  his  dear,  sacred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 

And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  eveiy  song. 

403  P.  M.  Pi«g»h.  Walton, 

mf"  HEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 

We  joyfully  adore  thee  ; 

Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here, 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory. 


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We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 
In  blest  anticipation, 

Ami  cry  aloud — and  give  to  God 
The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

2 While  in  affliction’s  furnace, 

And  passing:  through  the  fire, 

Thy  love  we  praise,  that  knows  our  days, 
And  ever  brings  us  nigher. 

We  lift  our  hands,  exulting 
In  thine  almighty  favor  ; 

The  love  divine,  that  made  us  thine, 

Shall  keep  us  thine  forever. 

3 Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  ; 

Nor  will  we  fear,  while  thou  art  near, 

The  fire  of  tribulation. 

The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes; 

By  thee  we  will  break  through  them  all, 
And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 

4 Faith  now  beholds  the  glory. 

To  which  thou  wilt  restore  us, 

And  earth  despise,  for  that  high  prize, 
Which  thou  hast  set  before  us. 

And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 

We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 

Shall  see  thee  stand  at  God’s  right  hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 


C.  M.  Colchester.  Stamford. 

Unshaken  Hope. 

FIRMLY  I stand  on  Zion’s  hill, 

And  view  my  starry  crown  ; 

No  power  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake, 

Nor  hell  can  thrust  me  down. 

2 Tire  lofty  hills,  and  stately  towers, 

That  lift  their  heads  on  high, 

Shall  all  be  levelled  low  in  dust — 

Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3 The  vaulted  heavens  shall  melt  away, 

Built  by  Jehovah’s  hands  ; 

But  firmer  than  the  heavens,  the  rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands. 


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HYMNS. 


C.  M.  Marlow.  Judea. 

4UO  Communion  of  Saints  on  Earth  with  Saints  in  Heaven . 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 

Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 

And,  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 

To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2 Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 
With  those  to  glory  gone, 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3 One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church,  above,  beneath  ; 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 

The  narrow  stream  of  death, 
mp  4 Ev’n  now  to  their  eternal  home 
Some  happy  spirits  fly  ; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

Len  And  soon  expect  to  die  ! 

AfF  5 Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide  j 
Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 

Bid  Jordan  s narrow  stream  divide, 

Len  And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

C.  M.  Westford.  Marlow. 

4:Uo  Saints  cheered  with  the  Hope  of  Heaven. 
mp  COME,  humble  souls — ve  mourners,  come, 
And  wipe  away  your  tears  : 

Adieu  to  all  your  sad  complaints, 

Your  sorrows  and  your  fears, 
mf  2 Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father’s  grace, 

And  sing  the  Saviour’s  love : 

Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

3 Cod,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  : 

Calls  you  his  treasure,  and  his  joy, 

His  children,  and  his  friends. 

AfF  4 My  Father,  God  ! and  may  these  lips 
Pronounce,  a name  so  dear? 

Not  thus  could  heaven’s  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 

5 Forever  let  my  grateful  heart 
His  boundless  grace  adore, 


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Which  gives  ten  thousand  blessings  now, 

And  bids  me  hope  for  more. 

f 6 Transporting  hope  ! — still  on  my  soul 
With  radiant  glories  shine, 

Till  thou  thyself  art  lost  in  joys, 

Immortal  and  divine. 

407  C.  M.  Marlow.  Weatford. 

SING,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing: 

Ye  pilgrims,  now  for  Zion  bound, 

Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2 His  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road  ; 

Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 

And  see  your  gracious  God. 

3 Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 

>•  While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 

— Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

fit  4 March  on,  in  your  Redeemer’s  strength, 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 

With  joyful  hope  still  fix  your  eye 
On  Zion’s  heavenly  hill. 

C.  M.  Oakland.  Barby. 

408 

Mourning  over  departed  Comforts. 

SWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  l felt 
The  Saviour’s  pardoning  blood, 

Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 

And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2 Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 

His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3 In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 

And  when  I read  his  holy  word, 

I called  each  promise  mine. 

mp  4 But  now — when  evening  shade  prevails— 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  : 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 

Leu  No  light  to  me  returns. 


432  HYMNS. 

Aff  5 Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail — 

Oil  make  my  soul  thy  care  ! 

1 know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail ; 

Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

409  H.  M.  Bethesda. 

W HERE  is  my  Saviour  now, 

Whose  smiles  I once  possessed  ? 

Till  he  return,  I how, 

By  heaviest  grief  oppressed  : 

My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 

And  I am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2 Where  can  the  mourner  go, 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief? 

Ah  1 who  can  soothe  his  wo, 

And  give  him  sweet  relief? 

Earth  cannot  heal  the  wounded  breast, 

Or  give  the  troubled  sinner  rest. 

3 Jesus,  thy  smiles  impart; 

My  dearest  Lord,  return, 

And  ease  my  wounded  heart, 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn  : 
mf  Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 

And  peace  and  heaven  be  found  in  thee. 

410  L.  M.  Medway.  Sparta. 

OH  where  is  now  that  glowing  love, 

That  marked  our  union  with  the  Lord? 

Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 

Nor  could  the  world  a joy  afford. 

2 Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 
To  make  our  Saviour’s  glory  known? 

That  freed  us  from  the  fear  .*f  men, 

And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone? 

3 Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 
In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved? 

The  sacred  joy — the  sweet  content, 

The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved? 

4 Behold,  again,  we  turn  to  thee  ; 

Oh  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile ! 

No  peace  we  have — no  joy  we  see, 

O Lord  our  God.  but  in  thy  smile. 


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. ^ ^ L.  M.  Medway.  Bath. 

411  Cold  Affection  ? lamented. 

JESUS  demands  this  heart  of  mine, 

Demands  my  love,  my  joy,  my  care ; 

But  ah  ! how  dead  to  things  divine, 

How  cold,  my  best  affections  are  I 

2  ’Tis  sin,  alas  ! with  dreadful  power, 

Divides  my  Saviour  from  my  sight ; 

Oh  1 for  one  happy,  shining  hour 
Of  sacred  freedom — sweet  delight. 

mf  3 Come,  dearest  Lord — thy  love  can  raise 
My  captive  powers  from  sin  and  death, 
f And  fill  my  heart  and  life  with  praise, 

Len  And  tune  my  last,  expiring  breath. 

C.  M.  Patmos.  Ferry, 

4 1-4  Backsliding  and  Returning. 

WHY  is  my  heart  so.far  from  thee, 

My  God,  my  chief  delight? 

Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2 When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
The  savor  of  thy  grace, 

My  heart  presumes  I cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

3 But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 

Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 

And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

4 Wretch  that  I am  ! to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 

Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross, 

Nor  ever  lose  thy  sight. 

413  C.  M.  Grafton.  Medfield. 

DEAR  Lord,  accept  a sinful  heart, 

Which  of  itself  complains  ; 

And  mourns  with  much  and  frequent  smart. 
The  evil  it  contains. 

2 How  eager  are  my  thoughts  to  roam 
I n quest  of  what  they  love  ! 

But  ah  ! when  duty  calls  me  home, 

Ilow  heavily  they  move  1 
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434 


HYMNS. 


3 Oh  cleanse  me  in  my  Saviour’s  blood, 
Transform  me  by  thy  power, 

Make  me,0  Lord,  thy  blest,  abode, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more ! 

a-*  a S.  M.  Little  Marlboro*. 

Departure  from.  Christ  lamented. 

OH  thou,  who  on  the  cross 
Didst  for  my  sins  atone, 

Although  rebellious,  and  perverse, 

Do  not  a child  disown  ! 

2  Thine  by  a thousand  ties 
I am,  and  still  would  be  ; 

Confirm  my  faith — inflame  my  love, 

And  draw  my  soul  to  thee. 

. ^ ~ L.  M.  Hingham.  Medway. 

4 J O Returning  and  choosing  God. 

MY  gracious  Lord,  whose  changeless  love 
To  me  nor  earth  nor  hell  can  part, 

Wnen  shall  my  feet  forget  to  rove  ? 

Ah,  what  shall  fix  this  faithless  heart? 

2 Why  do  these  cares  my  soul  divide, 

If  thou  indeed  hast  set  me  free? 

Why  am  I thus,  if  thou  hast  died — 

If  thou  hast  died  to  ransom  me  ? 

3 Great  God,  thy  sovereign  aid  impart, 

And  guard  the  gifts  thyself  hast  given: 

mf  My  portion  thou,  my  treasure  art, 

My  life,  my  happiness  and  heaven. 

4 Would  aught  with  thee  my  wishes  share, 
Though  dear  as  life  the  idol  be, 

•<  That  idol  from  my  breast  I’ll  tear, 

mf  Resolved  to  seek  my  all  from  thee. 

— 5 Whate’er  I fondly  counted  mine, 

To  thee,  my  Lord , I here  restore: 

mf  With  joy  T all  for  thee  resign  ; 

Give  me  thyself— I ask  no  more. 

416  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Pentonrille. 

MY  soul,  review  the  time 
In  which  my  God  1 sought; 

I cried  aloud  for  aid  divine, 

And  aid  divine  he  brought. 


HYMNS. 


435 


2 Through  all  my  fainting  heart 
His  secret  vigor  spread  ; 

To  me  his  strength  he  did  impart, 

And  raised  my  drooping  head. 

f *»  3 Now  will  I raise  my  voice, 

Tn  loud  and  cheerful  song; 

With  all  the  saints  will  I rejoice, 

Who  to  his  courts  belong. 

4 With  them  the  path  I’ll  trace, 

Which  leads  to  his  abode  ; 

With  them  I’ll  sing  redeeming  grace. 

Along  the  joyful  road. 

5 Within  his  sacred  walls, 
r shall  be  ever  blest ; 

I’ll  follow  where  my  Father  calls, 

Len  And  seek  his  heavenly  rest. 

417  8s  & 4.  Islington.  South  Street. 
CREATE,  O God,  my  powers  anew, 

Make  my  whole  heart  sincere  and  truej 
Oh  cast  me  not  in  wrath  away, 

Nor  let  thy  soul  enlivening  ray 
Still  cease  to  shine. 

2 Restore  thy  favor,  bliss  divine  ! 

Those  heavenly  joys  that  once  were  mine  j 
Let  thy  good  Spirit,  kind  and  free, 

Uphold  and  guide  my  steps  to  thee, 

Thou  God  of  love. 

mf  3 Then  will  I teach  thy  sacred  ways ; 

With  holy  zeal  proclaim  thy  praise ; 

Till  sinners  leave  the  dangerous  road, 

Forsake  their  sins,  and  turn  to  God 
With  hearts  sincere. 

mp  4 Oh  cleanse  my  guilt,  and  heal  my  pain ; 

Remove  the  blood-polluted  stain  : 
mf  Then  shall  mv  heart  adoring  trace, 

< My  Saviour  God,  the  boundless  grace, 
f That  flows  from  thee. 

418  C.  M.  Si.  Martin's.  Stamford. 
AGAIN,  indulgent  Lord,  return, 

With  sweet  and  quickening  grace, 

To  cheer  and  warm  my  sluggish  soul, 

And  speed  me  in  my  race. 


436 


HYMNS. 


2 Awake,  my  love,  my  faith,  my  hope, 
My  fortitude,  and  joy  : 

Vain  world,  be  gone — let  things  above 
My  happy  thoughts  employ. 

3 Whilst  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
I would  forever  own  j 

Drive  each  rebellious,  rival  lust, 

Each  traitor,  from  the  throne. 

4 Instruct  my  mind — my  will  subdue, 

To  heaven  my  passions  raise  j 

And  let  my  life  forever  be 
Devoted  to  thy  praise. 


INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

S.  M.  Southfield.  Clapton. 

410  Safety  of  the  Church . 

* HOW  honored  is  the  place, 

Where  we  adoring  stand, 

Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2 Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

While  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 

Defy  the  assaults  of  hell. 

3 Lift  up  th’  eternal  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling — 

Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  your  King. 

4 Here  taste  unmingied  joys, 

>■  And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 

— You  that  have  known  Jehovah’s  name, 

And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

5 Trust  in  the  Lord,  ye  saints, 

And  banish  all  your  fears : 

f i»  Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 

Eternal  as  his  years. 

420  L.  M.  Mendon.  Marietta. 

mP'  HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 

'Phe  seat  of  thy  Creator’s  grace  ; 

Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 


HYMNS. 


437 


2 Thy  walls  are  strength — and  at  thy  gates 
A guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits  ; 

Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundation  move, 

Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

3 Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 

Against  thy  throne  in  vain  they  rage, 

Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar, 

>•  That  break  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

f ” 4 Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 

Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  and  hell ; 

His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 

Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

— 5 God  is  our  shield — and  God  our  sun  ; 

Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 

On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 

And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

C.  M.  Stephens.  Arlington. 
77,c  promise  to  Believers  and  their  Children 

" HOW  large  the  promise  ! how  divine  * 

To  Abraham  and  his  seed  ! — 

“ I’ll  be  a God  to  thee  and  thine, 

{supplying  all  their  need.” 

2 The  words  of  his  extensive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  ; 

The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 

And  seals  the  blessings  sure. 

3 Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms 
To  our  great  father  given  ; 

He  takes  young  children  in  his  arms, 

And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4 Our  God  ! — how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  same  ; 

Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  our  children’s  name. 

422  S.  M.  Pentonville.  Morningtoq, 

LORD,  what  our  ears  have  heard, 

Our  eyes  delighted  trace  ; 

Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  Zion’s  chosen  race. 

2 Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 

And  mark  them  out  for  thine  : 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name, 

For  goodness  so  divine. 


438 


HYMNS. 


3 Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 

Thee  let  the  sons  adore  ; 

Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 

To  be  forgot  no  more. 

4 How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  I 
How  plenteous  is  thy  grace ! 

Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 

Includes  our  rising  race. 

5 Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers’  God  ; 

To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 

And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

C.  M.  Medfield.  Bedford. 

4^0  Embracing  the  Promise. 

THUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

“ I’ll  be  a God  to  thee  ; 

I’ll  bless  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a seed  for  me.” 

2 With  humble  faith,  eternal  King, 

Thy  promise  we  embrace  : 

To  thee  our  infant  offspring  bring, 

And  supplicate  thy  grace. 

S.  M.  Hudson.  St.  Thomaa. 

4^4  Christ  blessing  Children . 

THE  Saviour  kindly  calls 
Our  children  to  his  breast  $ 

He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 

Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2 “ Let  them  approach,”  he  cries, 

“ Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these — 

For  such  as  these  I came.” 

3 With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  thee, 

Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 

Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

425  C.  M.  Medfield.  Stephens# 

BEHOLD  what  condescending  love 
Jesus  on  earth  displays! — 

To  babes  and  sucklings  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 


HYMNS. 


439 


2 He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps, 

To  our  forefathers  given  ; 

Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 

And  calis  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

3 Forbid  them  not,  whom  Jesus  calls, 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist, 

Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare 
Of  such  will  heaven  consist. 

4 With  flowing  tears,  and  thankful  hearts, 

We  give  them  up  to  thee  ; 

Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms  ; 

Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

_ _ S.  M.  Hudson.  St.  Thomaj. 

Dedication  of  Children  to  God. 

GREAT  God,  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 

Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 
To  thy  victorious  grace. 

2 Oh  what  a vast  delight, 

Their  happiness  to  see  ! 

Our  wannest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3 Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 

This  holy  rite  divine  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 

And  make  our  children  thine. 

L.  M.  Medway. 

42-7  Baptism,  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost — come  from  on  high  ; 
Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou  ! 

The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

2 Exert  thy  gracious  power  divine, 

And  sprinkle  thou  th’  atoning  blood  ; 

Mav  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  join 
To  seal  this  child  a child  of  God. 

L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Windham 
4^c5  The  Lord's  Supper  instituted. 

’TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God’s  delight.. 

And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes — 


440 


HYMNS, 


2 Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest  and  brake: 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  ! — 

3 “ This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  : 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;” — 

Then  took  the  cup  and  blessed  the  wine 
“ ’Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood.” 

4 “ Do  this,”  he  cried,  “ till  time  shall  end, 

In  memory  of  your  dying  friend  ; 

Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord.” 

5 Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Hudson. 
4^^  Christ’s  Invitation  to  the  Table . 

JESUS  invites  his  saints 
To  meet  around  his  board  ; 

Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2 For  food  he  gives  his  flesh  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  ; 

Amazing  favor — matchless  grace 
Of  our  descending  God  ! 

3 Let  all  our  powers  be  joined 
His  glorious  name  to  raise  : 

Let  jov  and  love  fill  every  mind, 

And  every  voice  be  praise. 

C.  M.  Stamford. 

430  Guests  drawn  in  by  Divine  Love. 

HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 

While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2 While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs 
Join  to  admire  the  feast, 

Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 

‘ Lord,  why  was  I a guest  ? 

3 Why  was  1 made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there’s  room  t 


HYMNS. 


441 


When  thousands  make  a wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  !’ 

4 ’Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 
That  gently  drew  us  in  ; 

Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 

And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5 Pity  the  nations,  O our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 

Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6 We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 

May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 

431  C.  M.  Medfield. 

LORD,  at  thy  table  we  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

But  most  of  all  admire,  that  we 
Should  find  a welcome  place — 

2 We,  who  are  all  defiled  with  sin, 

And  rebels  to  our  God  ! 

We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 

And  trampled  on  his  blood  ! 

3 What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  we,  so  lost,  have  room  ! 

Jesus  our  weary  souls  invites, 

And  freely  bids  us  come. 

4 Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven  ! 

Join  all  your  sacred  powers: 

No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love! 

No  Saviour  is  like  ours  ! 

iqrt  L.  M.  Hingham.  Medway. 

Penitent  View  of  the  Saviour's  Sufferings. 
LORD,  when  my  thoughts  delighted  rove 
Amid  the  wonders  of  thy  love, 

Sweet  hope  revives  my  drooping  heart, 

And  bids  intruding  fears  depart. 

2 Repentant  sorrow  fills  my  heart, 

But  mingling  joy  allays  the  smart; 

Oh  ! may  my  future  life  declare 
The  sorrow  and  the  joy  sincere. 

3 Be  all  my  heart,  and  all  my  days 
Devoted  to  my  Saviour’s  praise ; 


442 


HYMNS. 


And  let  my  glad  obedience  prove 

How  much  I owe — how  much  I love. 

C.  M.  Msar.  Peterboro*. 

4o?5  The  new  Covenant  sealed. 

THE  promise  of  my  Father’s  love 
Shall  stand  forever  good  : 

He  said — and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 

And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2 To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 
I set  my  worthless  name; 

1 seal  th’  engagement  to  my  Lord, 

And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3 I call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 

’Twas  purchased  with  a dying  groan, 

And  ratified  in  death. 

4 The  light  and  strength,  the  pard’ning  grace, 
And  giory  shall  be  mine: 

My  life  and  soul — my  heart  and  flesh, 

And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

C.  M.  Stamford. 

Reconciliation  by  Christ’s  Death. 

AND  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God, 

Who  once  at  distance  stood  ? 

Did  Jesus,  to  effect  this  change, 

Pour  out  his  precious  blood  ? 

2 Oh  for  a song  of  ardent  praise, 

To  bear  our  souls  above  ! 

What  should  allay  our  lively  hope, 

Or  damp  our  flaming  love  ! 

3 Then  let  us  join  the  heavenly  choirs, 

To  praise  our  glorious  King  ! 

Oh  may  that  love  which  spread  this  feast 
Inspire  us  while  we  sing  I 

iQK  7s,  Pleyel’s  Hymn. 

Spiritual  Nourishment  from  Christ. 

BREAD  of  heaven  ! on  thee  we  feed, 

For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed : 

Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  bread  ! 

2 Vine  of  heaven  ! thy  blood  supplies 

This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice : 


HYMNS.  443 

Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give  ; 

To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 

Through  the*  life  of  him  who  died ; 

Lord  of  life  ! oh  let  us  be 

Looted,  grafted,  built  on  thee ! 

36  L.  M.  Alfreton, 

HERE  let  us  see  thy  face,  O Lord, 

And  view  salvation  with  our  eyes, 

And  taste  and  feel  the  living  Word, 

The  Bread  descending  from  the  skies. 

2 Thou  hast  prepared  this  dying  Lamb, 

Hast  set  his  blood  before  our  face, 

To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 

And  show  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3 Jesus,  our  light ! our  morning-star  ! 

Rhine  thou  on  nations  yet  unknown  ; 

The  glory  of  thy  people  here, 

And  joy  of  spirits  near  thy  throne. 

37  C.  M.  Mear.  Dedham. 

HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 

To  feed  on  food  divine: 

Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 

Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2 He,  who  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies  ; 

And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3 Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow — 

Oh  what  delightful  food  ! 

We  eat  the  bread — and  drink  the  wine — 

But  think  on  nobler  good. 

4 Deep  was  the  suffering  he  endured 
Upon  th’  accursed  tree — 

For  me — each  welcome  guest  may  say — 
’Twas  all  endured  for  me. 

5 Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 

Dear  Saviour — so  divine  ! 

Well  thou  mavest  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 


444 


HYMNS, 


jftrt  7a  & 6s.  Amsterdam. 

Pardon  and  Peace  implored. 

LAMB  of  God  ! whose  bleeding  love 
We  now  recall  to  mind, 

Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  : 

Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  j 
Oh  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

2 By  thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray — 

By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away  : 

Burst  our  bonds,  and  set  us  free, 

From  all  sin  do  thou  release  j 
Oh  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

3 Through  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

Let  sinners  pardon  feel  j 

Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 

By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  ; 

Oh  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

4o"  Remembering  Christ  at  his  Table. 

YES,  we’ll  record  thy  matchless  love, 

Thou  dearest,  tenderest,  best  of  friends  ! 

Thy  dying  love  the  noblest  praise 
Of  long  eternity  transcends. 

2 ’Tis  pleasure,  more  than  earth  can  give, 

Thy  glories  through  these  vails  to  see  : 
Celestial  food  thy  table  yields, 

And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee  ! 

L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

440  Not  ashamed  of  Christ  crucified. 

AT  thy  command,  O gracious  Lord, 

Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 

Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 

And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2 Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died ; 


HYMNS. 


445 


We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 

From  a Redeemer  crucified. 

3 What  though  the  world  pronounce  it  shame, 
And  cast  their  scandals  on  thy  cause  ? 

We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour’s  name, 

And  make  our  triumph  in  his  cross. 

4 With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

‘ He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb ; 

He  lives,  above  their  utmost  rage, 

And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come.* 

S.  M.  Silver  Street.  Pentonville. 

44 1 The  Sabbath  welcomed. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 

Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes ! 

2 Jesus  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day; 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 

And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3 One  day,  amid  the  place 
Where  God  my  Saviour’s  been, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 

4 My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a frame  as  this, 

Till  called  to  rise,  and  soar  away, 

To  everlasting  bliss. 

442  H.  M.  Murray 

^ WELCOME,  delightful  morn  ! 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest; 

I hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest. 

< From  low  delights  and  mortal  toys, 

I soar  to  reach  immortal  joys, 
it  2 Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 

Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face : 

•<  Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
f And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
mp  3 Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers } 


446 


HYMNS, 


Disclose  a Saviour’s  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  : 
f Then  shall  iny  soul  new  life  obtain, 

Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 

443  10s.  Savannah. 

I'  Hail,  happy  clay  I thou  day  of  holy  rest, 

What  heavenly  peace  and  transport  fill  our  breast ! 

When  Christ,  the  Cod  of  grace,  in  love  descends, 

And  kindly  holds  communion  with  his  friends. 

2 Let  earth  and  all  its  vanities  be  gone. 

Move  from  my  sight,  and  leave  my  soul  alone ; 

Its  flattering,  fading  glories  1 despise, 

And  to  immortal  beauties  turn  my  eyes. 

3 Fain  would  1 mount  and  penetrate  the  skies, 

And  c.i  my  Saviour’s  glories  fix  my  eyes: 

Aff  Oil  1 meet  my  rising  soul,  thou  Go  I of  love, 
mf  And  waft  it  to  the  blissful  realms  above  ! 

444  C.  M.  Arlington. 

AND  now  another  week  begins, 

This  day  we  call  the  Lord’s; 

This  day  lie  rose,  who  bore  our  sins, 

For  so  his  word  records. 

pc  2 Hark,  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing! — 

Their  voices  fill  the  sky — 

*<  They  hail  their  great  victorious  King, 
f And  welcome  him  on  high. 

3 We’ll  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise; 

Their  joys  oh  may  we  feel ; 

Our  thankful  song  with  them  we’ll  raise, 

And  emulate  their  zeal. 

4 Come,  then,  ye  saints,  and  grateful  sing 
Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord  ; 

Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King, 

Of  Christ,  th’  incarnate  Word. 

5 Hail,  mighty  Saviour— thee  vve  hail! 

High  on  thy  throne  above  ; 

Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 

We’ll  sing'thy  matchless  love. 

445  L.  M.  Semley.  SL  George’*. 
MY  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see 

The  dawn  of  thv  returning  day  ; 

My  thoughts,  O God,  ascend  to  thee, 

While  thus  my  early  vows  I pay. 


HYMNS. 


44? 


2 I yield  my  heart  to  thee  alone, 

Nor  would  receive  another  guest: 

Eternal  King!  erect  thy  throne, 

And  reign  sole  monarch  in  my  breast. 

3 Oil  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 

And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away  ; 

Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire — 

One  sinful  thought — through  all  the  day 
f 4 Then,  to  thy  courts  when  1 repair, 

My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 
The'wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 

And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 

L.  M.  Effingham.  Springfield. 

440  77ie  Rest  ()f  the  Sabbath. 

ANOTHER  six  days’  work  is  done  ; 

Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 

Return,  my  soul— enjoy  thy  rest, 

Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blest. 

2 Oh  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3 This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast' 

The  dearest  pledge  of  glorious  rest. 

Which  for  the.  church  of  God  remains — 

The  end  of  cares— the  end  of  pains. 

f 4 With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view, 

]n  varied  scenes,  both  old  and  new  ; 

With  praise,  we  think  on  mercies  past; 

With  hope,  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

5 In  holy  duties  let  the  day — 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away: 

How  sweet,  a Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne’er  shall  end  ! 

447  C.  M.  Marlow 

COME,  let  us  join  with  sweet  accord 
In  hymns  around  the  throne: 

This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
Until  made,  and  called  his  own. 

2 This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blest. 

The  brightest  of  the  seven  ; 

Type  of  that  everlasting  rest, 

The  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 


448 


HYMNS 


448  103.  Savannah. 

AGAIN  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest, 

Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jehovah  blest; 

When,  like  his  own,  he  hade  our  labors  cease, 

And  all  be  piety — and  all  be  peace. 

2 Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day, 

To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey ; 

So  shall  he  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications,  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

Aff  3 Father  of  heaven  1 in  whom  our  hopes  confide, 

Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts  guide; 

In  life  our  Guardian — and  in  death  our  Friend — 

Glory  supreme  be  thine,  till  time  shall  end. 


L.  M.  Slade. 

Preparation  for  the  Duties  of  the  Sabbath  implored. 
mp  COME,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away  : 
Now,  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

2 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

With  rays  of  iight  upon  us  shine  ; 

And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 

On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

mf  3 Then,  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o’er, 

And  we  arrive  on  Canaan’s  shore, 

With  all  the  ransomed,  we  shall  spend 
A Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 

450  L.  M.  61.  Dresden. 

GREAT  God  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
Demands  the  soul’s  collected  powers; 

With  joy  we  now  to  thee  resign 
These  solemn,  consecrated  hours: 

Oil  nmy  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

2 All-seeing  God  ! thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore  ; 

May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly. 

And  where  thou  art  intrude  no  more; 

Oh  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move, 

And  fix  our  minds  on  things  above ! 

3 Thy  Spirit’s  powerful  aid  impart, 

And  bid  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 


V I V 


! 


HYMNS. 


449 


Engage  the  ear — and  warm  the  heart ; 

Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine: 

Our  souls  shall  then  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  call  us  to  thy  throne. 

. - H.  M.  Murray.  Darwells. 

401  Resurrection  of  Christ  celebrated. 
it  AWAKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 

And  burst  the  slothful  band  j 
The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblest  songs  demand  : 

.<  Auspicious  morn  ! thy  blissful  rays 
f Bright  seraphs  hail,  in  songs  of  praise. 

— 2 At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 
f The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

>.  In  dark  domains  confined: 

.<  Th’  angelic  host  around  him  bends, 
f And  midst  their  shouts  the  God  ascends. 

3 All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  1 
Heaven  with  hosannas  rings; 

While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings: — 

“ Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
f Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign.” 

— 4 Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car, 

While  justice,  truth,  and  love, 

Maintain  the  glorious  war: 

< Victorious,  thou  thy  foes  shall  tread, 
ff  And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

4 52  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Dundee 

AGATN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray  ; 

Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night, 
f And  pours  increasing  day. 

p 2 Oh  ! what  a night  was  that,  which  wrapt 
A sinful  world  in  gloom  ! — 
f Oh!  what  a Sun,  which  broke,  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb! 

— 3 This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

f And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 

Let  gladness  dwell  in  even’  heart, 

And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

29 


HYMNS. 


4 Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 
To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 

Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 


C.  M.  Litchfield.  Nottingham. 
The  Sabbath  commemorative  of  Christ’s  Resurrection, 

THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  blest; 

And  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays, 

Employ  this  day  of  rest. 

2 Lord,  may  we  still  remember  thee, 

And  more  in  knowledge  grow} 

Oh  may  we  more  of  glory  see, 

While  waiting  here  below. 

3 On  this  blest  day  a brighter  scene 
Of  glory  was  displayed, 

By  God,  th’  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4 He  rises,  who  our  souls  hath  bought, 

With  blood,  and  grief,  and  pain — 

’Twas  great — to  speak  the  world  from  nought — 
*Twas  greater — to  redeem. 


L.  M.  Clinton.  Nazareth. 

^ The  Eternal  Sabbath. 

THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love } 

But  there’s  a nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 

With  cheerful  hope — and  strong  desire. 

2 No  more  fatigue — no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 

No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 

Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3 No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 

No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 

No  midnight  shade — no  clouded  sun — 

But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4 Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  $ 

But  there’s  a nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire. 

Witii  cheerful  hope  am*  strong  tiesire. 


HYMNS.  451 

K L.  M.  Ward.  Hingham 

455  Delight  in  Worship . 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone  j 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see  ; 

1 wait  a visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2 Oh  ! warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 

And  kindle  there  a pure  desire  : 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 

And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3 Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 

How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 

Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

mf  4 Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine! 

In  thee  fhy  Father’s  glories  shine  ; 
f Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 

And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 

456  7s.  Pleyel’s  Hymn.  Turin. 
LORD  of  hosts,  how  lovely,  fair, 

Lv’n  on  earth,  thy  temples  are  I 
Here  thy  waiting  people  see 
Much  of  heaven — and  much  of  thee. 

2 From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes; 

While  thy  Spirit’s  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3 Here,  we  supplicate  thy  throne  ; 

Here,  thy  pardoning  grace  is  known; 

Here,  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways — 

Taste  thy  love  and  sing  thy  praise. 

457  L.  M.  Alfreton. 

WHEN  to  his  temple  God  descends, 

He  holds  communion  with  his  friends, 

His  grace  and  glory  there  displays, 

And  shines  with  bright,  but  friendly  rays. 

2 While  hovering  o’er  the  happy  place, 

The  Spirit  sheds  his  heavenly  grace  ; 

To  fix  our  thoughts-r-our  hearts  to  raise, 

And  tune  our  souls  to  love  and  praise. 

3 ’Tis  here  we  learn  the  blessed  skill 
To  know  and  do  our  Maker’s  will  j 


452 


HYMNS. 


And,  while  we  hear,  and  sing,  and  pray, 

With  heavenly  joy  we  soar  away. 

4 Oh  ! dearest  hours  of  all  I know — 

Oh  ! sweetest  joys  of  all  below  : 

Here  would  I choose  my  fixed  abode, 

And  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

458  S.  M.  Hudson.  Shirland. 

HOW  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 

Unvails  the  glories  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2 Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 

And  smile  on  all  around. 

3 To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 
Each  contrite  soul  presents : 

And  while  he  hears  their  humble  sighs, 

He  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

4 Give  me,  O Lord,  a place 
Within  thy  blest  abode  ; 

Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 

The  servants  of  my  God. 

a pq  C.  M.  Mansfield.  Dundee. 

j1jie  presence  0f  Q0(i  S0Ught  in  his  House. 

COME,  O thou  King  of  all  thy  saints, 

Our  humble  tribute  own, 

While  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 

We  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2 How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 
With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 

•<  How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 

mf  Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

p 3 But  ah  ! the  song,  how  faint  it  flows! 

How  languid  our  desire  ! 

How  cold  the  sacred  passion  glows, 

Till  thou  the  heart  inspire ! 

— 4 Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here  ; 

mf  Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 

A heaven  on  earth  appear. 


HYMNS. 


453 


f 5 Then  shall  our  hearts,  enraptured,  say — 
Come,  great  Redeemer — come ; 

And  bring  the  bright — the  glorious  day. 

That  calls  thy  children  home. 

460  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Dundee. 
Aff  GREAT  Shephetd  of  thy  people,  hear  1 

Thy  presence  now  display  : 

We  kneel  within  thy  house  of  prayer, 

Oil ! give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2 The  clouds,  which  vail  thee  from  our  sight, 
In  pity.  Lord,  remove  ; 

Dispose  our  minds  to  hear  aright 
The  message  of  thy  love. 

3 Help  us,  with  holy  fear  and  joy, 

To  kneel  before  thy  face  ; 

Oh  make  us,  creatures  of  thy  power, 

The  children  of  thy  grace. 

461  76.  61.  Sabbath.  Rutland. 
SAFELY  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2 While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer’s  name  ; 

Show  thy  reconciling  face — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3 Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise  ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near: 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear: 

Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4 May  the  gospel’s  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners — comfort  saints; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Rrine  relief  from  all  complaints: 

Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  church  above. 


HYMNS. 


454 

462  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Dundee. 
AGAIN  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 

And  to  thy  courts  repair; 
mf  Again  with  joyful  feet  we  come, 

To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 

>»  2 Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

— And  love,  and  concord  dwell : 

Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 

The  wounded  spirit  heal, 
mp  3 The  feeling  heart — the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow  ; 

— And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4 May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 
hi  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 

And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5 Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 

mf  And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 

That  we  may  render  praise. 

463  C.  M.  Dundee.  Litchfield. 
WITHTN  thy  house,  O Lord,  our  God, 

In  glory  now  appear; 

Make  this  a place  of  thine  abode, 

And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2 When  we  thine  awful  seat  surround, 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart; 

And  let  thy  gospel’s  joyful  sound 
With  power  reach  every  heart. 

3 Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain ; 

Here  give  the  mourners  rest : 

Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 

Enthroned  in  every  breast. 

«<  4 Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 

?And  humble  prayer  arise, 

Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ, 

In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

7s.  Edyfield. 

4o4:  Prayer  for  a Blessing  on  public  Worship. 

TO  thy  temple  we  repair — 

Lord,  ’we  love  to  worship  there  j 


HYMNS. 


455 


ff’here  within  the  vail  we  meet 
Thee  upon  the  mercy-seat, 
f 2 While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 

Tune  our  lips— unloose  our  tongue; 

Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  Mess 
Thee,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

— 3 While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend. 

Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend  ; 

Aff  Hear  us  when  thy  Spirit  pleads — 

Hear — for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4 While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe. 

While  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

Let  thy  gospel’s  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove, 
mf  5 Front  thy  house  when  we  return, 

Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn  ; 

That  at  evening,  we  may  say— 

‘ We  have  walked  with  God  to-day.’ 

465  C.  M.  Mear. 

IN  thy  great  name,  O Lord,  we  come, 

To  worship  at  thy  feet  t 
Oh  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2 We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour’s  voice  : 

Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek  ; 

Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3 Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 

To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 

And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

466  7s.  Bensoa. 

Aff  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now  ; 

At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 

Oh  do  not  our  suit  disdain  1 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2 Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  j 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace; 
mf  Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

— 3 In  thine  own  appointed  way, 

Now  we  seek  thee— here  we  stay ; 


456 


HYMNS. 


Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go,  % 

Till  a blessing  thou  bestow. 

4 Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 

That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
mf  Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

— 5 Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 

Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  who  are  cast  down — lift  up, 
mf  Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

— 6 Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a God  supremely  kind  : 

Heal  the  sick — the  captive  free; 

mf  Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

C.  M.  Spencer.  Eastport. 

467  The  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart . 

WHEN,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 

Man  comes  to  meet  his  God, 

What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay  ? 

How  spread  his  praise  abroad  ? 

2 From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 
Shall  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 

And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  sacrifice  ? 

3 Vain,  sinful  man  ! — creation’s  Lord 
Thv  offerings  well  may  spare  ; 

But  give  thy  heart — and  thou  shalt  find, 

Thy  God  will  hear  thy  prayer. 

C.  M.  Stamford.  Medfield. 

468  Before  Sermon. 

ALMIGHTY  God  !— eternal  Lord  ! 

Thy  gracious  power  make  known : 

Touch,  hv  the  virtue  of  thy  word, 

And  mek  the  heart  of  stone. 

Q Speak  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  sleeper  rise; 

Oh  let  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

3 Let  us  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 

Lay  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 

And  never  with  it  part. 


HYMNS. 


457 


4 Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 
The  light  that  shines  so  clear : 


Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  in  mercy  send, 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 


469 


8s,  7s  & 4.  Sicilian  Hymn.  Greenville. 


COME,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit, 

Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed  : 

Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit ; 

Raise  the  weak — the  hungry  feed  : 

From  the  gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people’s  need. 

2 Help  us  all  to  seek  the  blessing 
Which  thou  waitest  now  to  give, 

Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 

Joyfully  the  truth  receive  ; 
f And  forever 

To  thy  praise  and  glory  live. 

470  8s,  7s  & 4.  Sicilian  Hymn.  Greenville. 

IN  thy  name,  O Lord,  assembling, 

We,  thy  people,  now  draw  near ; 

Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling; 

Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear — 

Hear  with  meekness — 

Hear  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2 While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

Let  us  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee : 

Cheered  by  hope — and  daily  strengthened. 

We  would  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  thy  glory 

Without  clouds  in  heaven  we  see. 

3 There  in  worship,  purer,  sweeter, 

All  thy  people  shall  adore  ; 

Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Than  they  could  conceive  before; 
f Full  enjoyment — 

Holy  bliss,  forevermore. 


471 


7s. 

After  Sermon. 


Edy  field. 


THANKS  for  mercies,  Lord,  receive 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 


Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view. 


458 


HYMNS, 


2 Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young ; 

Grant  us,  now,  thy  peace  and  love; 

And  when  life’s  short  race  is  run, 

Take  us  to  thy  house  above. 

472  7s.  Edy  field. 

SAVIOUR,  bless  thv  word  to  all, 

Cluick  and  powerful  let  it  prove; 

Oh  may  sinners  hear  thy  call ! 

Let  thy  people  grow  in  love. 

2 Thine  own  gracious  message  bless, 

Follow  it  with  power  divine  ; 

Give  the  gospel  great  success — 

Thine  the  work — the  glory  thine. 

3 Saviour,  bid  the  world  rejoice, 

Send — oh  send  thy  truth  abroad  ! 

Let  the  nations  hear  thy  voice — 

Hear  it — and  return  to  God. 


C.  M.  Spencer.  Ely. 

473  Player  for  Sincerity  in  Worship. 

AfF  LORD!  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 

Oh  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 

And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2 Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see  ; 

True  penitence  impart: 

And  let  a healing  ray  from  thee 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 


3 When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prater, 
Oh  let  our  wills  resign  ; 

And  not  a thought  our  bosom  share, 

Which  is  not  wholly  thine, 
mf  4 And  when  with  heart  and  voice  we  strive 
Our  grateful  hymns  to  raise, 

Let  love  divine  within  us  live, 

And  fill  our  souls  with  praise. 


5 Then,  on  thy  glories  while  we  dwell, 
Thy  mercies  we’ll  review  ; 

Wi’li  love  divine,  transported,  tell — 

‘ Thou,  God,  art  Father  too  !’ 


474  C.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  St.  Ann's. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour’s  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known ; 


HYMNS. 


459 


The  sovereign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 

And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2 When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 
The  glories  of  our  King, 

We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 

And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

3 And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain.'1 
Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise : 

Thy  love  can  raise  our  humble  strain, 

And  bid  it  reach  the  skies, 
f 4 Oh,  happy  period  ! — glorious  day  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 

With  all  their  powers,  their  raptured  lay 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 

L.  M.  Hingh&m. 

47 O Christ  ever  present  in  his  Churches. 

JESUS,  where’er  thy  people  meet, 

There  they  behold  thv  mercv-seat ; 

Where’er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 

And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2 For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 

And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3 Great  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few ! 

Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 

Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

L.  M.  97th  P«.  Tune.  Winchester. 
476  The  Presence  of  God  realized. 

LO,  God  is  here  let  us  adore, 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

Let  all  within  ”s  feel  his  power, 
p And  silent  bow  before  his  face ! 

S Lo,  God  is  here! — him  day  and  night 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing: 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 

>.  Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

— 3 Lord  God  of  hosts!  oh  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill: 

Stili  may  we  stand  before  thy  face. 

Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 


460 


HYMNS, 


. L*  M.  Duke  Street. 

477  Dismissions. 

DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord  ; 

Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 

And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2 Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good; 

Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus’  blood  ; 

Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 

And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

478  8s,  7a  & 4.  Sicilian  Hymn.  Greenville. 
LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ! 

Let  us,  each  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace: 

Oh  refresh  us. 

Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2 Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel’s  joyful  sound  ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  1 
May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found  ! 

3 Then,  whene’er  the  signal’s  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

f Borne  on  angels’  wings  to  heaven, 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey — 
mp  May  we  ever 

mf  Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day  ! 

479  8s  & 7s.  Walpole.  Sicilian  Hymn. 
MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father’s  boundless  love, 

With  the  Holy  Spirit’s  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2 Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other,  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

480  8s,  78  & 4.  Sicilian  Hymn.  Greenville. 

GOD  of  our  salvation,  hear  us  ; 

Bless,  oh  bless  us,  ere  we  go ; 

When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us. 


HYMNS. 


461 


Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow: 

Saviour,  keep  us — 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  foe. 

2 May  we  live  in  view  of  heaven, 

Where  we  hope  to  see  thy  face  j 

Save  us  from  unhallowed  leaven, 

All  that  might  obscure  thy  grace j 
Keep  us  walking 
Each  in  his  appointed  place. 

3 As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer, 

To  the  place  we  call  our  home, 

mf  May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 

■<  Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come  ; 
p And,  when  dying, 

■<  May  thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 

481  L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

THE  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 

And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 

Which  only  the  believer  feels, 

Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts ! 

2 And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 

The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 

Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here  ! 


C.  M.  Barby.  Corinth. 

Languid  Devotion  lamented. 
FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 

And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ! 

How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

2 Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love  ; 

Our  follies,  Lord,  forgive  ; 

We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 

And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3 Increase,  O Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  tit  us  to  ascend 

Where  the  assembly  ne’er  breaks  up, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end  ; — 

4 Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air— 
With  heavenly  lustre  shine — 

Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 

And  feast  on  love  divine. 


462  HYMNS. 

f 5 There  shall  we  join,  and  never  tire, 

To  sing  immortal  lays  ; 

And  with  the  bright,  seraphic  choir, 

Sound  forth  Immanuel’s  praise. 

C.  M.  Medfield.  Barbj. 

Longing  for  the  eternal  Sabbath. 

WHEN,  dearest  Saviour — when  shall  I 
Behold  thee  all  serene  ; 

Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath  day, 

Without  a vail  between  ? 

2 Assist  me  while  i wander  here, 

Amid  a world  of  cares  ; 

Incline  my  roving  heart  to  pray, 

And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3 Thy  Spirit,  O my  Father,  give, 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend  ; 

To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys — 

Where  Sabbaths  never  end. 

L.  M.  Oxbridge. 

4o4  Pleasing  Remembrance  of  the  Sabbath . 
LORD,  how  delightful  ’tis  to  see 
A whole  assembly  worship  thee! 

At  once  tiiey  sing— at  once  they  pray — 

They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2 I have  been  there,  and  still  would  go: 

’Tis  like  the  dawn  of  heaven  below  : 

Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say, 

Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3 Oh  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 

The  truths  and  precepts  of  thy  word  ! 

That  I may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 

But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4 With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things  divine, 
P’ill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine  ; 

That,  finding  pardon  through  his  blood, 

I may  lie  down,  and  wake  with  God. 

485  C.  M.  Corinth. 

1 LOVE  to  see  the  Lord  below; 

His  church  displays  his  grace  ; 

But  upper  worlds  his  glory  know, 

And  view  him  face  to  face. 


VA! 


HYMNS. 


463 


2 I love  to  worship  at  his  feet, 

Though  sin  annoy  me  tiiere  ; 

But  saints,  exalted  near  his  seat, 

Have  no  assaults  to  fear. 

3 I love  to  meet  him  in  his  court, 

And  taste  his  heavenly  love  ; 

But  still  his  visits  seem  too  siiort, 

Or  1 too  soon  remove. 

4 He  shines — and  1 am  all  delight. 

He  hides — and  all  is  pain  : 

When  will  he  fix  me  in  his  sight. 

And  ne’er  depart  again  ! 

AfF  5 O Lord,  I love  thy  service  now; 

Thy  church  displays  thy  power; 

mf  But  soon  in  heaven  1 hope  to  view 
And  praise  thee  evermore. 

. s.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Paddington. 

Ministers  the  Bearers  of  Glad  Tidings. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion’s  hill ! 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2 How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 

“Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.” 

3 How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 

And  sought,  but  never  found! 

4 How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 

But  died  without  the  sight. 

5 The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

f Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6 The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad ! 

ff  Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


464 


HYMNS, 


L.  M.  Appleton.  Sterling. 

4o7  Christ's  Commission  to  his  Ministers . 

“ GO  preach  my  gospel,”  saith  the  Lord  ; 

“ Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive: 

He  shall  he  saved,  that  trusts  my  word, 

And  he  condemned,  who’ll  not  believe. 

2 I’ll  make  your  great  commission  known; 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 

By  all  the  works  that  I have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3 Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands; 

I’m  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 

All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands — 

I  can  destroy — and  I defend.” 
f 4 He  spake — and  light  shone  round  his  head; 
On  a bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode : 

They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Appleton. 
4oo  The  Ministry  of  divine  Appointment . 
FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  house, 

We  pay  our  homage,  and  our  vows, 

While  with  a grateful  heart  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Saviour’s  care. 

2 The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
In  splendid  triumph  o’er  his  foes, 

Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below, 

And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3 Hence  sprung  th’  apostle’s  honored  name, 
Sacred  beyond  all  earthly  fame; 

In  lowlier  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 

Pastors  from  hence,  and  teachers  rise. 

4 So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  latest  courses  of  the  sun  ; 

While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 

Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 


UNIVERSAL  DIFFUSION  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

8s  & 7s.  Jerauld. 

489  State  and  Prospects  of  the  Heathen. 

HARK! — what  mean  those  lamentations, 
Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  ? 


HYMNS. 


405 


’Tis  the  cry  of  heathen  nations, 

>■  “ Come,  and  help  us,  or  we  die  !” 

— 2 Hear  the  heathen’s  sad  complaining — 
Christians,  hear  their  dying  cry  ; 

And,  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 

>•  Join  to  help  them,  ere  they  die. 

490  P.  M.  Missionary  Hymn. 

h FROM  Greenland’s  icy  mountains, 

From  India’s  coral  strand, 

Where  Afric’s  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  j 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 
Their  land  from  error’s  chain, 
pit  2 What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o’er  Ceylon’s  isle — 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile? — 

In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness, 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 

The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3 Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
By  wisdom  from  on  high — 

Shall  we  to  man  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? — 
f Salvation! — oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim. 

Till  earth’s  remotest  nation 
Has  learnt  Messiah’s  name. 

4 Waft — waft,  ye  winds,  his  story  ; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 

Till,  like  a sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 

Till  o’er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 

c.  M.  Medford.  Jodea. 

4o  l Prevalence  of  Christianity  ’promised . 

GRF.AT  God,  is  not  thy  promise  pledged 
To  tliine  exalted  Sou. 

30 


466 


HYMNS. 


That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  ? 

2 “ Ask — and  l give  the  heathen  lands 
For  thine  inheritance ; 

And  to  the  world’s  remotest  shores 
Thine  empire  shall  advance.” 

3 From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 
Then  be  his  name  adored  : 

f Let  earth,  with  all  its  millions,  shout 
Hosanna  to  the  Lord  ! 

492  L.  M.  Brewer.  Duke  Street. 

THOUGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o’erspreading  death, 

God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 

On  Zion’s  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2 That  light  shall  glance  on  distant  lands, 

And  heathen  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 

Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove 

The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 

3 Lord,  spread  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 

Let  truth,  and  righteousness,  and  peace, 

In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 

The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 

493  &,  7s  & 4.  Tamworth. 

O’ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Look,  my  soul — be  still,  and  gaze  ; 

See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a glorious  day  of  grace  ! 
f Blessed  jubilee  ! 

Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn  ! 

— 2 Let  the  dark,  benighted  pagan, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian,  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary  : 

Let  the  gospel 

f Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 

3 Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light; 

Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night  j 
Let  redemption, 

Freely  purchased,  win  the  dav  1 


HYMNS. 


467 


f 4 Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ; 

Win  and  conquer — never  cease  ! 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase: 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 

Saviour,  all  the  world  around  ! 

494  5s  & 63.  Lyons.  St.  Michael’s. 
HOW  wondrous  and  great 

Thy  works,  God  of  praise ! 

How  just,  King  of  saints, 

And  true  are  thy  ways f. 

Oh,  who  shall  not  fear  thee, 

And  honor  thy  name  ' 

Thou  only  art. holy, 

Thou  only  supreme  ! 

2 To  nations  long  dark 
Thy  light  shall  be  shown, 

Their  worship  and  vows 
Shall  come  to  thy  throne : 

Thy  truth  and  thy  judgments 
Shall  spread  all  abroad, 

Till  earth’s  ev'ry  people 
Confess  thee  their  God. 

8s,  73  & 4.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

495  Influences  of  the  Spirit  necessary. 

WHO,  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit, 

Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 

Men  may  preach — but  till  thou  favor, 

Heathens  will  be  still  the  same : 

Mighty  Spirit ! 

Witness  to  the  Saviour’s  name. 

2 Thou  hast  promised,  by  the  prophets, 
Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 

Come,  and  bless  bewildered  nations, 

Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise : 
Promised  Spirit ! 

Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3 All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors 
Must  lie  vain  without  thine  aid: 

But  tin tu  wilt  not  disappoint  us — 

All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said  : 

Faithful  Spirit! 

O’er  tlie  world  thine  influence  shed. 


HYMNS, 


468 

496  C.  M.  Stamford. 

ALMIGHTY  Spirit,  now  behold 

A world  by  sin  destroyed  : 

Creating  Spirit,  as  of  old, 

Move  on  the  formless  void  ! 

2 Give  thou  the  word — that  healing  sound 
Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 

And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 

Bring  forth  the  tree  of  life. 

3 If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy, 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 

What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ, 

When  thou  shalt  all  renew  ! — 

4 And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 
To  hear  a Saviour’s  name, 

How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 

To  whom  the  Saviour  came ! 

5 Lo,  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 

The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

L.  M.  Medway.  Alfreton. 

497  Prayer  for  the  Conversion  of  the  World . 
INDULGENT  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 

And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  giacious  ear? 

While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 

Wiit  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear? 
p 2 Look  down,  O God,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolations  round  ; 

See  what  vvide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 

What  scenes  of  wo  and  crime  abound  ! 
f 3 Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 

Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 

And  earth’s  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

498  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

O GOD  of  sovereign  grace, 

We  bow  before  thv  throne, 

And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 

The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2 Spread  through  the  earth,  O Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  tliy  ways ; 


HYMNS. 


469 


And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
f The  great  Redeemer’s  praise  ! 

499  C.  M.  Stamford.  Stephens. 
GREAT  God  ! the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 

And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 

Thy  power  and  glory  shine. 

2 But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 
Thy  gospel  to  mankind  ; 

Un  vailing  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3 Oh  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  trine — and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4 Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 
To  spread  the  gospel’s  rays, 

And  build  on  sin’s  demolished  throne 
A temple  to  thy  praise. 

500  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Hudson* 
O LORD,  our  God,  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 

And  wide  o’er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2 Thou  Prince  of  life,  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 

Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 

And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3 Thou  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 

Extend  thy  heaiing  wing, 

And  o’er  a dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring, 
f 4 Let  all  on  earth  arise, 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing, 

From  shore  to  shore — from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring  ! 

501  H.  M.  Bethesda. 

SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  above, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 

Thy  faithfulness  and  love, 

Thy  power  and  mercy  show  : 

Fulfil  thy  word,  I Lei  heathens  live, 

Thy  Spirit  give  j | And  praise  the  Lord. 


470 


HYMNS. 


2 Few  be  the  years  that  roll, 

Ere  all  shall  worship  thee ; 

The  travail  of  his  soul 
Soon  let  the  Saviour  see : 

O God  of  grace  ! I Fill  earth  with  joy, 

Thy  power  employ ; | And  heaven  with  praise. 

502  L.  M.  Rothwell.  Stonefield. 
ARISE,  in  all  thy  splendor,  Lord, 

Let  power  attend  thy  gracious  word  ; 

Un  vail  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 

And  show  the  glories  of  thy  grace. 

2 Diffuse  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

And  be  thou  known  th’  almighty  God  ; 

Make  bare  thine  arm— thy  power  display, 
While  truth  and  grace  thy  sceptre  sway. 

3 Send  forth  thy  messengers  of  peace, 

Make  Satan’s  reign  and  empire  cease; 

Let  thy  salvation,  Lord,  be  known, 

That  all  the  world  thy  power  may  own. 

503  L.  M.  Appleton. 

SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  ! display  thy  power, 
Be  this  thy  Zion’s  favored  hour: 

Oh  hid  the  morning-star  arise, 

Oh  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies. 

2 Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 

In  western  wilds,  and  heathen  plains, 

Far  let  the  gospel’s  sound  be  known  ; 

Make  thou  the  universe  thine  own. 

3 Speak  ! and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice: 
Speak  1 and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  : 

Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

504  L.  M . Old  Hundred. 

ASCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King; 

Now  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad  ; 

Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

p 2 Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 

— Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 

< Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 


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471 


— 3 Oh  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
f Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name  ; 

Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

505  L.  M.  Gilead.  Mendon. 

ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake ! — awake  ! 

Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake  1 
Now  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2 Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 

‘ I am  Jehovah,  God  alone  !’ 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 

And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3 Let  Zion’s  time  of  favor  come  ! 

Oh,  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home  ! 

Soon  may  our  wondering  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Jesus’  fold  I 

4 Almighty  God  ! thy  grace  proclaim 
Through  every  clime — of  every  name  ! 

Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 

And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all ! 

506  H.  M.  Bcthesda. 

RISE,  Sun  of  glory— rise  ! 

And  chase  those  shades  of  night, 

Which  now  obscure  the  skies, 

And  hide  thy  sacred  light: 

Oh  chase  those  dismal  shades  away. 

And  bring  the  bright  millennial  day  ! 

2 Now  send  thy  Spirit  down 
On  all  the  nations,  Lord  ! 

With  ereat  success  to  crown 
The  preaching  of  thy  word  ; 

That  heathen  lands  may  own  thy  sway, 

And  cast  their  idol  gods  away. 

3 Then  shall  thy  kingdom  come 
Among  our  fallen  race, 

And  all  the  earth  become 
The  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 

Whence  pure  devotion  shall  ascend, 

And  songs  of  praise,  till  time  shall  end 


472 


HYMNS. 


L.  M.  St.  Paul’a.  Duke  Street, 
o07  Prayer  far  the  Jews. 

ARISE,  great  God  ! and  let  thy  grace 
Shed  its  d id  beams  on  Jacob’s  race  ; 

Restore  the  long-lost,  scattered  band, 

And  call  them  to  their  native  land. 

2 Their  misery  let  thy  mercy  heal, 

Their  trespass  hide— their  pardon  seal  j 
O God  of  Israel  ! hear  our  prayer, 

And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share. 

3 How  long  shall  Jacob’s  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love  ( 

Say — shall  thy  wrath  forever  hum  ? 

And  shall  thy  mercy  ne’er  return? 

4 Thy  quickening  Spirit  now  impart, 

And  wake  to  jov  each  grateful  heart, 

While  Israel’s  rescued  tribes  in  thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see. 

50  S 8s,  7s  Sc  4.  Greenville* 

MAY  the  glorious  day  of  promise 
Come,  and  spread  its  cheerful  ray, 

When  the  scattered  sheep  of  Israel 
Shall  no  longer  go  astray  j 
f When  hosannas 

With  united  voice  they  cry. 
p 2 Lord  ! how  long  wilt  thou  be  angry  ? 

Shall  thy  wrath  forever  burn  ? 

— Rise  ! redeem  thine  ancient  people  ; 

Their  transgressions  from  them  turn, 
f King  of  Israel ! 

Come,  and  set  thy  people  free  ! 

509  L.  M.  Ralston.  Duke  Street. 

LORD  ! visit  thy  forsaken  race, 

Back  to  thy  fold  the  wanderers  bring; 

Teach  them  to  seek  thv  slighted  grace, 

And  hail  in  Christ  their  promised  King. 

2 That  vail  of  darkness  rend  in  twain 
Which  hides  their  Shiloh’s  glorious  light; 
That  severed  olive  branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite, 
f 3 Hail,  glorious  day— exacted  long! 

When  Jew  and  Greek  one  prayer  shall  pour, 


HYMNS, 


473 


With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 

With  grateful  praise  one  God  adore. 

L.  M.  61.  Dresden. 

OlU  False  Religions'  supplanted  by  Christianity. 

O FATHER,  let  thy  kingdom  come, 

Thy  kingdom,  built  on  love  and  grace ! 

In  every  nation  give  it  room, 

In  every  heart  afford  it  place: 

The  earth  is  thine— set  up  thy  throne, 

And  claim  the  kingdoms  as  thine  own. 

2 Still  nature’s  awful  daikness  reigns, 

And  sinners  scorn  thy  holy  fear; 

Still  Satan  holds  the  heart  in  chains, 

Where’er  thy  messeneers  appear: 

Oh  rise,  great  God,  in  love,  and  bless 
All  nations  with  thy  righteousness. 

511  L.  M.  Sterling.  Duke  Street. 
ALL  power  is  to  our  Saviour  given  ; 

O’er  earth’s  rebellious  sons  he  reigns; 

He  mildly  rules  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

And  holds  the  powers  of  hell  in  chains. 

2 Soon  the  redeemed  in  every  clime, 

Yea,  all  that  breathe,  and  move,  and  live, 
To  Christ,  through  every  age  of  time, 

Shall  kingdom,  power,  and  glory  give. 

512  8s,  7s  St  4.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

O’ER  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness, 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze  ; 

See  the  kindreds  of  the  people 
Lost  in  sin’s  bewildering  maze: 

Darkness  brooding 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2 Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness ! 

Rise  and  shine — thy  blessings  bring: 

Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles  ! 

Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing; 

To  thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3 May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 
Idol  gods  of  wood  and  stone, 

Come,  and,  worshipping  before  him, 


474 


HYMNS, 


Serve  the  living  God  alone : 

Let  thy  glory 

Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 

4 Tliou  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 

Speak  the  word — at  thy  command, 

Let  the  company  of  preachers 
f Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land ; 
mp  Lord  be  with  them 

— Alway  to  the  end  of  time. 

513  L.  M.  Lowell.  Brewer. 

»»  ARISE  ! arise  '.—with  joy  survey 

The  glory  of  the  latter  day  : 

Already  is  the  dawn  begun 
Which  marks  at  hand  a rising  sun  ! 

2 ‘ Behold  the  way  !’  ye  heralds,  cry : 

Spare  not — but  lift  your  voices  high  : 

Convey  the  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 

‘ Glad  tidings,’  to  the  captive  soul. 

3 ‘ Behold  the  way  to  Zion’s  hill, 

Where  Israel’s  God  delights  to  dwell ! 

He  fixes  there  his  lofty  throne, 

And  calls  the  sacred  place  his  own.’ 

4 The  north  gives  up — the  south  no  more 
Keeps  back  her  consecrated  store: 

From  east  to  west  the  message  runs, 

And  either  India  yields  her  sons. 

f 5 Auspicious  dawn  ! — thy  rising  ray 
With  joy  we  view — and  hail  the  day: 

Great  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! arise, 

And  fill  the  world  with  glad  surprise. 

514  C.  M.  Christmas.  Marlow. 
DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 

Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust ; 

He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2 Awake — awake  ! — put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array  ; 

The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 

The  Lord’s  appointed  day. 

3 Rebuild  thy  walls — thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth; 


HYMNS. 


475 


Say  to  the  south, — * Give  up  thy  charge, 

And  keep  not  back,  O north  !’ 

4 They  come  ! they  come — thine  exiled  bands, 
Where’er  they  rest  or  roam, 

Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 

And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5 Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 

With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 

And  everlasting  joy. 

^ 8a,  7s  & 4.  Tamworth.  Suffolk* 

Ol5  Victories  of  Christ. 

GIRD  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour, 

Make  the  word  of  truth  thy  car: 

Prosper  in  thy  course,  triumphant; 

All  success  attend  thy  war ; 

Gracious  victor, 

Bring  thy  trophies  from  afar. 

2 Majesty  combined  with  meekness, 
Righteousness  and  peace  unite 

To  ensure  thy  blessed  conquests — 

Take  possession  of  thy  right : 
f Ride  triumphant, 

Dressed  in  robes  of  purest  light. 

3 Blest  are  they  that  touch  thy  sceptre  ! 

Blest  are  all  that  own  thy  reign  ; 

Freed  from  sin — that  worst  of  tyrants — 
Rescued  from  its  galling  chain  ; 

Saints  and  angels, 

All  who  know  thee,  bless  thy  reign. 

516  C.  M.  Arlington.  St.  Martin’s, 
f HOSANNA  to  our  conquering  King ! 

All  hail,  incarnate  Love  ! 

Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

2 Thy  victories  and  thy  deathless  fame 
Through  all  the  world  shall  run, 

And  everlasting  ages  sing 
The  triumphs  thou  hast  won. 

517  C.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  Arlington. 
JESUS,  immortal  King,  arise! 

Assert  thy  rightful  sway, 


476 


HYMNS, 


Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  brings 
And  distant  lauds  obey. 

f 2 Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride 
Till  all  thy  foes  submit, 

And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet ! 

3 Send  forth  thy  word— and  let  it  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around  ; 

Till  eve  y soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  I 

ff  4 From  sea  to  sea — from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored  ; 

And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
Hosanna  to  the  Lord  ! 

518  C.  M.  St.  Martin'a.  Colchester* 
HAIL,  mighty  Jesus  ! how  divine 

Is  thy  victorious  sword  ! 

The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 

At  thy  commanding  word. 

f 2 Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh  ; 

Ride  with  majestic  sway : 

Go  forth,  great  Prince,  triumphantly, 

And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

— 3 And  when  thy  victories  are  complete, 

And  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  mercy  meet, 

To  sing  thy  conquering  grace, — 

mp  4 Oh  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 
Among  that  favored  band  ; 

-<  And  I with  them  thy  praise  will  sound, 
f Throughout  Immanuel’s  land. 

519  5s  & 8s.  Cana. 

BEHOLD  how  the  Lord 

Has  girt  on  his  sword  ; 

From  conquest  to  conquest  proceeds ! 

How  happy  are  they 
Who  live  in  this  day, 

And  witness  his  wonderful  deeds! 

2 His  word  he  sends  forth, 

From  south  to  the  north  , 

From  east  and  from  west  it  is  heard : 


HYMNS. 


477 


The  rebel  is  charmed  j 
The  foe  is  disarmed  ; 

No  day  like  this  day  has  appeared. 

3 To  Jesus  alone, 

Who  sits  on  Hie  throne, 

Salvation  and  glory  belong: 

All  hail  blessed  name, 

Forever  the  .same, 

Our  joy,  and  the  theme  of  our  song 

520  H.  M.  Shaftesbury.  Acton. 
ALL  hail,  incarnate  Ood  ! 

The  wondrous  things  foretold 
Of  thee,  in  sacred  writ, 

With  jov  our  eyes  behold  ! 

Still  does  thine  arm  new  trophies  wear, 

And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 

2 Oh  haste,  victorious  Prince, 

That  glorious,  happy  day, 

When  souls,  like  drops  of  dew, 

Shall  own  thy  gentle  sway : 

Oh  may  it  bless  onr  longing  eves, 

And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies  * 

f 3 All  hail ! triumphant  Lord, 

Eternal  be  thy  reign  : 

Behold  the  nations  wait 
To  wear  thy  gentle  chain  : 

When  earth  and  time  are  known  no  more, 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  forever  sure. 

521  L.  Al.  Gilead.  Mendon. 

SHOUT,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns ; 

Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread  j 
Sinners,  now  freed  from  Satan’s  chains, 

Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 

2 Oh  may  his  conquests  still  increase ; 

Let  every  foe  his  power  subdue! 

While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 

Saints  shall  his  growing  glories  show. 

3 Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

From  all  below  and  all  above  j 

In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 

In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 


478 


HYMNS, 


C.  M.  Judea.  St.  Marlin’*. 

Enlargement  and  Glory  of  the  Church. 

O’ER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God 
In  latter  days  shall  rise — 

Above  the  summits  c.f  the  hills — 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2 To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes,  and  tongues,  shall  flow; 

* Up  to  the  mount  of  God.’  they  say, 

* And  to  his  house  we’ll  go.’ 

3 The  beams  which  shine  from  Zion’s  hill 
Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 

The  king  who  reigns  in  Salem’s  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

523  8s,  7s  & 4.  Greenville.  Sicilian  Hymn. 
ON  the  mountain’s  top  appearing, 

Lo  ! the  sacred  herald  stands  ! 

Welcome  news  tu  Zion  bearing, 

Zion  long  in  hostile  lands, 
p Mourning  captive ! 

< God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

f 2 Lo  ! thy  sun  is  risen  in  glory  ! 

God  himself  appears  thy  friend; 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 

Here  their  boasted  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion’s  King  will  surely  send. 

— 3 Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble  ; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed  ; 

For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 

In  thy  Maker’s  favor  blest ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
Len  End  in  an  eternal  rest. 

524  S.  M.  St.  Thomu.  P&ddingtcn. 
RISE,  gracious  God  ! and  shine 

In  all  thy  saving  might ; 

Now  prosper  every  good  design 
To  spread  thy  glorious  light: 

2 Oh  bring  the  nations  near, 

That  they  may  sing  thy  praise: 

Thy  word  ietali  the  people  hear, 

And  learn  thy  holy  ways ; 


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479 


3 Put  forth  thy  glorious  power ! 

All  nations  then  will  see  ; 

And  earth  present  her  grateful  store 
In  converts  born  to  thee. 

525  l.  m.  Gilead.  Meudon. 

ZION,  awake  !— thy  strength  renew, 

Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue  ; 

Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine, 

Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine  ! 

2 Soon  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 

Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 

Gentiles  and  kimrs  thy  light  shall  view: 

All  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too. 

526  H.  M.  Newbury.  Durwell’s. 

O ZION,  tune  thy  voice, 

And  raise  thy  hands  on  high ! 

Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 

And  boast  salvation  nigh  : 

Cheerful  in  God,  I While  rays  divine 
Arise  and  shine,  | Stream  all  abroad. 

2 He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
With  beams  which  cannot  fade: 

His  all  resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head  : 

The  nations  round  I With  lustre  new 
Thy  form  shall  view,  | Divinely  crowned. 

3 In  honor  to  his  name, 

Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 

And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright: 
Pursue  his  praise,  I In  worlds  above. 

Till  sovereign  love  | The  glory  raise. 

527  L.  M.  Mention.  Winchester, 
TRIUMPHANT  Zion  ! lift  thy  head 

From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead  ! 
Though  humbled  long— awake  at  length, 

And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour’s  strength! 

2 Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 

And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  : 

Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 

Thy  glories  shall  the  world  confess. 


480 


HYMNS, 


3 No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 

And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 

No  more  shall  hell’s  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4 God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer; 
His  hand  thy  ruin  shall  repair: 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

52  S 7s.  Edyfield.  Lincoln. 

“ GTVE  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell,” 

Zion’s  children  cry  .aloud  : 

See  their  numbers — how  they  swell  1 
How  they  gather  like  a cloud  1 

2 Oh  how  bright  the  morning  seems  1 
Brighter  from  so  dark  a night: 

Zion  is  like  one  that  dreams, 

Filled  with  wonder  and  delight. 

3 Lo ! thy  sun  goes  down  no  more. 

God  himself  will  be  thy  light: 

All  that  caused  thee  grief  before 
Buried  lies  in  endless  night. 

4 Zion,  now  arise  and  shine! 

Lo ! thy  light  from  heaven  is  come  ! 

These  that  crowd  from  far  are  thine  ; 

Give  thy  sons  and  daughters  room. 

52  9 8s,  7g  & 4.  Greenrille.  Greece. 

YES ! we  trust  the  day  is  breaking; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 

God — the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word,  in  every  land  ; 

When  he  chooses, 

Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2 While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a flood, 

God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad: 

Every  language 

Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

3 Oh  ! ’tis  pleasant — ’tis  reviving 
To  our  hearts  to  hear,  each  day. 

Joyful  news  from  far  arriving, 


HYMNS. 


481 


How  the  gospel  wins  its  way; 

Those  enlightening, 

Who  in  “death  and  darkness  lay. 

4 God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  thy  peopie  see  thy  hand  j 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world — in  every  land  ; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  Lord — at  thy  command. 

L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

Oo"  Missionary  Meeting. 

ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 

Before  thy  face,  dread  King!  we  stand: 

The  voice  that  marshalled  every  star 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  j 
Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

p 3 Our  prayers  assist < accept  our  praise— 
mf  Our  hopes  revive  < our  courage  raise — 

— Our  counsels  aid — to  each  impart 
The  single  eye — the  faithful  heart! 

4 Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come; 

Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home: 

From  Zion’s  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 

To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

531  L.  M.  Alfreton.  Effingham. 

BEHOLD  the  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  j 
The  exiled  captive  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

2 Come,  let  us,  with  a grateful  heart, 

In  this  blest  labor  share  a part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

3 Our  hearts  exult  in  songs  of  praise, 

That  we  have  seen  these  latter  days ; 

When  our  Redeemer  shall  be  known, 

Where  Satan  long  hath  held  his  throne. 

4 Where’er  his  hand  hath  spread  the  skies. 
Sweet  incense  to  his  name  shall  rise : 

31 


482 


HYMNS. 


And  slave,  and  freeman — Greek,  and  Jew, 

Bv  sovereign  grace  be  formed  anew. 

532  8s  & 79.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

WITH  my  substance  I will  honor 
My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ; 

Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 

All  were  nothing  to  his  word. 

2 While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 

Let  his  friends,  of  every  station, 

Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

3 May  his  kingdom  be  promoted  ; 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know} 

Be  my  all  to  him  devoted  ; 

To  my  Lord  my  all  I owe. 

f 4 Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations  j 
Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  j 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine — victorious  love. 

^ _ P.  M.  Missionary  Hymn. 

OOt>  Departure  of  Missionaries . 
tt  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean! 

And,  as  thy  billows  How, 

Bear  messengers  of  mercy 
To  every  land  below. 

Arise,  ye  gales  ! and  waft  them 
Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 

That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death’s  black  shade,  no  more. 

Aff  2 O thou  eternal  Ruler  ! 

Who  boldest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 

Thy  presence  e’er  be  with  them, 

YVherever  they  may  be, 

Though  far  from  us  who  love  them — 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee  ! 

534  S.  M.  St.  Thomas*  Pentou-rUle. 

YE  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sovereign  voice  obey; 

Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 

And  peace  attend  your  way  ! 


HYMNS. 


483 


2 The  Master  whom  you  serve 
Will  needful  strength  bestow; 

Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 

With  sacred  courage — go. 

3 Go,  spread  the  Saviour’s  fame; 

Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace  ; 

Proclaim  salvation  full  and  free 
To  Adam’s  guilty  race. 

4 Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 

The  cause  is  God’s — and  will  prevail 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

535  8s,  7s  & 4.  Greenville. 

MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations ; 

Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth; 

Go — proclaim  among  the  nations, 

Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth  : 

Hear  the  tidings — 

Tidings  of  the  Saviour’s  worth. 

2 Of  his  gospel  not  ashamed — 

’Tis  the  power  of  God  to  save  ; 

Go  where  Christ  was  never  named, 

Publish  freedom  to  the  slave: 

Blessed  freedom  ! — 

Freedom  Zion’s  children  have. 

3 When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 

Jesus  will  his  own  defend  ; 

Borne  afar  ’midst  foes  and  strangers, 

Jesus  will  appear  your  friend : 

He  is  with  you— 

He  will  guide  you  to  the  end. 

536  L.  M.  Brewer.  Effingham. 
H YE  Christian  heralds,  go.  proclaim 

Salvation  in  Immanuel’s  name; 

To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 

And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2 He’ll  shield  you  with  a wall  of  fire — 

With  holy  zeal  vofir  hearts  inspire ; 

>•  Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
p Arid  calm  the  savage  bieast  to  peace. 

— 3 And  when  our  labors  all  are  o’er, 

Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more ; 


484 


HYMNS. 


Meet — with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all. 

L.  M.  Brewer.  Monson. 

Subjection  of  the  Nations  to  Christ  prayed  for, 
SOON  may  the  last  glad  song  arise, 

Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies— 

That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lora’s ! 

2 Let  thiones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee  ! 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 

Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign  I 

3 Oh  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ; 

Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell — 

That  notone  rebel  heart  remains, 

But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

538  P.  M.  Missionary  Hymn. 

WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along? 

When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 

Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him  who  once  was  slain, 

Again  to  earth  descended, 
in  righteousness  to  reign? 

2 Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply. 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 

All  hallelujah  swelling 
In  one  eternal  sound  1 

539  L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Gilead. 
NOW  let  the  angel  sound  on  high, 

Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the  skyj 
Kings  of  the  earth,  witfc  glad  accord, 

Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2 Almighty  God,  thy  power  assume, 

Who  vvast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  ; 

Jesus,  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  slain, 

Forever  live— forever  reign  ! 


HYMNS. 


485 


540  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Hudson. 
GREAT  Heir  of  David’s  throne  ! 

Thy  royal  power  assume  ; 

Come,  reign  in  faithful  hearts  alone, 

Thou  blest  Redeemer,  come. 

2 Set  up  thy  throne  of  grace 
In  all  the  heathen’s  sicht — 

Thy  kingdom  of  true  holiness — 

And  order  it  aright. 

3 Now,  for  thy  promise’  sake, 

O’er  earth  exalted  be  : 

The  kingdom,  power,  and  glory  take, 

Which  all  belong  to  thee. 

4 In  zeal  for  God  and  man, 

Thy  full  salvation  bring: 

The  universal  monarch  reign, 

The  saints’  eternal  King. 

S.  M.  Southfield.  Eastbum. 

541  Rejoicing’  in  Christ's  Reign . 

NOW  living  waters  flow 

To  cheer  the  humble  soul ; 

From  sea  to  sea  the  rivers  go, 

And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2 Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 

And  grow  on  earth  again : 

Jesus,  Jehovah,  be  our  King, 

And  o’er  the  nations  reign. 

3 Jesus  shall  rule  alone, 

The  world  shall  hear  his  word  ; 

By  one  blest  name  shall  he  be  known, 

The  Universal  Lord. 

542  L.  M.  Brewer.  Duke  Street, 
HAIL  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 

Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell ; 

The  boundless  world  unseen  is  his, 

And  sovereign  power  becomes  him  well, 
p 2 In  shame  and  suffering  once  he  died 
But  now  he  lives  forevermore  : 

— Bow  down,  ye  saints,  around  his  seat, 

And,  all  ye  angel-bands,  adore. 

3 So  live  forever,  glorious  Lord, 

To  crush  thy  foes— and  guard  thy  friends ; 


486 


HYMNS. 


While  ail  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice, 

That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4 Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 

Guided  by  wisdom,  and  by  love  ; 

Worthy  to  rule  o’er  mortal  life, 

O’er  worlds  below— and  worlds  above 

1 5 Forever  reicn,  victorious  King! 

Wide  through  the  earth  thy  name  be  known; 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 

543  L.  M.  Metidon.  Brewer. 

YES — mighty  Jesus  ! thou  shalt  reign, 

Till  all  thy  haughty  foes  submit ; 

Till  hell,  and  all  her  trembling  train, 

Become  the  footstool  of  thy  feet. 

2 Then,  ransomed  souls  shall  bless  thy  power: 
Thine  arm  shall  full  salvation  bring: 

Thy  saints,  in  that  illustrious  hour, 

Shall  conquer,  with  their  conquering  King 

3 Then,  ranged  thy  shining  throne  around, 
Thy  honors,  Lord,  will  we  proclaim  ; 

While  heaven’s  transported  realms  resound 
Thy  glorious  deeds  and  saving  name. 

544  7a.  Adullum.  Lincoln. 

HARK ! — the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud — as  mighty  thunders  roar; 

Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore — 

2 See  Jehovah’s  banners  furled  ! 

Sheathed  his  sword  he  speaks — ’tis  done  ! 
Now  the  kirgdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

3 He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  supreme,  unbounded  sway: 

He  shall  reiim,  when,  like  a scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  ! 

4 Hallelujah!  for  the  Lord, 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign: 

Hallelujah  ! — let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main 


HYMNS, 


487 


545  S.  M.  Paddington.  Eastburn. 
REJOTCE  ! the  Lord  is  Kfng! 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 

Ye  ransomed  saints,  give  tiianks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  ! 

2 The  mighty  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 

When  he  himself  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above. 

3 His  kingdom  cannot  fail  ; 

He  rules  o’er  earth  and  heaven  ; 

The  sovereign  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Into  his  hands  are  given. 

4 He  sits  at  God’s  right  hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  subnrt, 

And  humbly  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet. 

5 Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ! 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 

And  take  his  waiting  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home. 

546  7s.  Adullum.  Lincoln. 

WAKE  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Let  H echo  o’er  the  sea  ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 

Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power  1 

2 All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

‘ Christ,  of  lords  and  kings  is  King  l* 

Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Jesus  reigns  forevermore ! 

3 Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 

And  the  islands  join  their  voice  j 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, 

‘ Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  1’ 


VARIOUS  TOPICS. 

C.  M.  Corinth.  Oakland, 

547  Nature  of  Prayer. 

PRAYER  is  the  contrite  sinner’s  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways  ; 

While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  ‘ Behold,  he  prays.’ 


488 


HYMNS. 


2 Prayer  is  the  Christian’s  vital  breath, 

The  Christian’s  native  air  ; 

His  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death  j 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

3 Prayer  is  not  made  on  earth  alone — 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads; 

And  Jesus,  on  th’  eternal  throne, 

For  sinners  intercedes. 

AfF  4 O thou  by  whom  we  corne  to  God — 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  ! 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod — 

Len  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

S.  M.  Little  Marlboro’.  Hudson. 
o4c$  Encouragement  to  Prayer. 

AND  shall  not  fesas  hear 
His  children  when  they  cry  ? 

Yes—  though  he  may  awhile  forbear, 

He’ll  help  them  from  on  high. 

2 His  nature,  truth,  and  love, 

Engage  him  on  their  side  ; 

When  they  are  grieved,  his  bowels  move  ; 

And  can  they  be  denied  ? 

3 Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer: 

He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 

549  L.  M.  Brewer.  St.  Paul’s. 

SING  to  the  Lord,  who  loud  proclaims 
His  various  and  his  saving  names ; 

Oh  may  they  not  be  heard  alone, 

But  by  our  sure  experience  known. 

2 Through  every  age  his  gracious  ear 
Is  open  to  his  servants’  prayer; 

Nor  can  one  humble  soul  complain, 

That  he  has  sought  his  God  in  vain. 

3 What  unbelieving  heart  shall  dare 
In  whispers  to  suggest  a fear, 

While  still  he  owns  his  ancient  name, 

The  same  his  power — his  love  the  same  j 

4 To  thee  our  souls  in  faith  arise, 

To  thee  we  lift  expecting  eyes  ; 

We  boldly  through  the  desert  tread, 

For  God  will  guard,  where  God  shall  lead. 


HYMNS. 


489 


550 


L.  M.  Waterville.  St.  Paul’*. 


LORD,  how  shall  wretched  sinners  dare 
Look  tip  to  thy  divine  abode, 

Or  offer  their  imperfect  prayer 
Before  a just  and  holy  God  ? 

2 Bright  terrors  guard  thine  awful  seat. 
And  dazzling  glories  vail  thy  face  ; 

Yet  mercy  calls  us  to  thy  feet: 

Thy  throne  is  still  a throne  of  grace. 

3 Oh  ! may  our  souls  thy  grace  adore  ; 
May  Jesus  plead  our  humble  claim, 

While  thy  protection  we  implore, 

In  his  prevailing,  glorious  name. 

4 Let  past  experience  of  thy  care 
Support  our  hope — our  trust  invite  j 

>*  Again  attend  our  humble  prayer  ; — 

— Let  mercy  still  be  thy  delight. 


OUR  heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now  ; 

Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 

To  thee  all  nations  bow  ! 

2 Thy  kingdom  come — thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love, 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above  ! 

3 Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  thy  word  we  live  ; 

The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive — as  we  forgive. 

4 From  dark  temptation’s  power, 

From  Satan’s  wiles  defend  ; 

Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 

And  guide  us  to  the  end. 
mf  5 Thine  shall  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ; 

The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine, 
mp  6 Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray 
By  thy  beloved  Son, 

Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say, 
‘ All  for  his  sake  be  done  1’ 


551 


S.  M. 

Lord's  Prayer. 


Calmar.  Hudson, 


HYMNS, 


490 

652  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Dundee. 

OCJR  Father  who  in  heaven  art ! 

All  hallowed  be  thy  name  ; 

Thy  kingdom  come — thy  will  he  done, 
Throughout  this  earthly  frame, — 

2 As  cheerfully  as  ’tis  hy  those 
Who  dwell  with  thee  on  high: 

Lord,  let  thy  bounty,  day  by  day 
Our  daily  food  supply. 

3 As  we  forgive  our  enemies, 

Thy  pardon,  Lord,  we  crave  j 

Into  temptation  lead  us  not, 

But  us  from  evil  save, 
mf  4 For  kingdom,  power,  and  glory,  all 
Belong,  O Lord,  to  thee  ; 

Thine  from  eternity  they  were, 

Len  And  thine  shall  ever  be. 

553  6s  &.  5s.  Portuguese  Hymn.  Lyons. 

OUR  Father  in  heaven, 

We  hallow  thy  name ! 

May  thy  kingdom  holy 
On  earth  be  the  same ! 

O give  to  us  daily 
Our  portion  of  bread  j 

It  is  from  thy  bounty 
That  all  must  be  fed. 

2 Forgive  our  transgressions, 

And  teach  us  to  know 

That  humble  compassion 
Which  pardons  each  foe : 

Keep  us  from  temptation, 

From  weakness  and  sin, 

And  thine  be  the  glory 
Forever — Amen. 


654 


C.  M.  Litchfield. 

Retirement  and  Meditation. 


FAR  from  t lie  world,  O Lord,  1 flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far; 

From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 


Corinth. 


p 2 The  calm  retreat — the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree  \ 


HYMNS. 


491 


— And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty,  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3 There,  if  the  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  "race  her  mean  abode, 

Oh  ! with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4 Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 

And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 

My  saviour — thou  art  mine! 
mf  5 What  thanks  T owe  thee  ! and  what  love! 

A boundless,  endless  store  ! 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  through  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

555  L.  M.  Bellville.  Waterville. 
MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

A stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 

Amid  a thousand  thoughts  I rove, 

Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2 Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 

Why  should  T cleave  to  things  below, 

And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go? 

3 Call  me  away  from  earth  and  sense  ; 

Thy  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence; 

1 would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4 Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven — and  there  my  God  J find. 

556  C.  M.  Brattle  Street.  Coriuth. 
WHTLE  thee  I seek,  protecting  Power! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2 Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  ; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar: 

Thy  mercy  o’er  my  life  has  flowed; 

Tnat  mercy  I adore. 

3 In  each  event,  of  life,  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I see ! 


492 


HYMNS, 


Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4 In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I bear, 

My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5 When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 

Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6 My  lifted  eye,  without  a tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 

mf  My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

557  S.  M.  Hudson.  Little  Marlboro*. 

OUR  heavenly  Father’s  eye 
Sees  through  the  darkest  night; 

In  deep  retirement  he  is  nigh, 

With  heart-discerning  sight. 

2 Then  let  that  eye  survey 
Our  duteous  homage  paid, 

With  every  morning’s  dawning  ray, 

And  every  evening’s  shade. 

3 O God  ! may  heavenly  fire 
The  incense  still  inflame  ; 

While  grateful  vows  to  thee  aspire, 

Through  my  Redeemer’s  name. 

4 Oh  warm  my  heart  with  love, 

My  soul  in  secret,  bless  ; 

So  shaft  thou  deign,  in  worlds  above, 

Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 

L.  M.  Medway.  Shoel. 

o58  Desiring  the  Presence  of  Ood. 

MY  God,  I bow  before  thy  feet ; 

When  shall  my  soul  approach  thy  seat? 

When  shall  I see  thy  glorious  face 

With  mingled  majesty  and  grace? 

2 How  should  I love  thee,  and  adore, 

With  hopes  and  jo\s  unknown  before  I 

And  bid  this  trifling  world  be  gone, 

Nor  tease  my  heart  so  near  thy  throne. 


HYMNS, 


493 


3 My  soul  should  pour  out  all  her  cares 
In  flowing  words,  or  flowing  tears  ; 

Thy  smiles  would  ease  my  sharpest  pain, 

Nor  should  I seek  my  God  in  vain. 

559  C.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  Berwick, 
ETERNAL  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

Display  thy  beams  divine, 

And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face 
On  all  our  hearts  to  shine  ! 

2 Light  in  thy  light,  oh  may  we  see, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  I 
Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blest  by  thee, 

Thou  God  of  pardoning  love  i 

560  C.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  Stephens. 
SHINE  on  our  souls,  eternal  God, 

With  rays  of  mercy  shine  : 

Oh  let  thy  favor  crown  our  days, 

And  all  their  round  be  thine. 

2 With  thee  let  every  week  begin  ; 

With  thee  each  day  be  spent ; 

To  thee  each  fleeting  hour  be  given, 

Since  each  by  thee  is  lent. 

3 Thus  cheer  us  through  this  desert  road, 

>•  Till  all  our  labors  cease  ; — 

— Till  heaven  refresh  our  weary  souls 
With  everlasting  peace. 

C.  M.  Corinth.  Arlington 

OOl  God's  Presence  a Comfort  in  Life, 

OH  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord, 

With  whom  he  deigns  to  dwell ! 

He  feeds  and  cheers  them  by  his-  word  j 
His  arm  supports  them  well. 

2 To  them,  in  each  distressing  hour, 

His  throne  of  grace  is  near  ; 

And  when  they  plead  his  love  and  power, 

He  stands  engaged  to  hear. 

3 His  presence  cheers  us  in  our  cares, 

And  makes  our  burdens  light ; 

His  gracious  word  dispels  our  fears, 

And  gilds  the  gloom  of  night. 

4 Let  us  enjoy,  and  highly  prize 
These  tokens  of  thy  love ; 


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Till  thou  shalt  bid  our  spirits  rise, 

To  worship  thee  above. 

_ S.  M.  Haverhill.  Mornlugtoo. 

OO  -*  Communion  with  the  Father  and  Christ . 

OUR  heavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  us  near; 

With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 

And  our  communion  dear. 

2 God  pities  all  our  griefs: 

He  pardons  every  day  ; 

Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 

And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3 How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 

Diffused  from  our  Redeemer’s  hand, 

And  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

4 Jesus,  our  living  head, 

We  bless  thy  faithful  care; 

Our  advocate  before  the  throne, 

And  our  forerun  net  there. 

5 Here  fix,  my  roving  heart! 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love! 

Till  this  communion  be  complete 
mf  In  nobler  scenes  above. 

^ C.  M.  Corinth.  Grafton. 

OOtS  Sins  and  Sorrows  laid  before  Oud. 

OH,  that  I knew  the  secret  place 
YVhere  1 might  find  my  God  ! 

I’d  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 

And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2 I’d  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  1 sustain  ; 

How  grace  decays — and  comfort  dies, 

And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3 He  knows  what  arguments  I’d  take 
To  wrestle  with  my  God — 

I’d  plead  for  his  own  mercy’s  sake-— 

I’d  plead  my  Saviour’s  blood. 

4 My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  drive  my  foes  away  ; 

He  knows  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 

When  they  in  sorrow  pray. 


HYMNS. 


495 


mf  5 Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 

He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 

To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

564  C.  M.  Dedham.  Grafton. 

OH,  could  T find,  from  day  to  day, 

A nearness  to  my  God  ! 

Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2 Lord,  f desire  with  thee  to  live 
Anew  from  day  to  day  ; 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 

Nor  ever  lake  away. 

3 Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4 Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I’ll  adore  ; 

And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 

My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

S.  M,  Hudson.  St.  Thomas. 

ODO  Providence  and  Grace . 

O THOU,  my  fife,  my  joy, 

My  glory,  and  my  ail ! 

Unsent  by  thee,  no  good  can  come, 

No  evil  can  befall. 

2 Such  are  thy  wondrous  works, 

And  methods  of  thy  grace, 

That  I may  safely  trust  in  thee, 

Through  all  this  wilderness. 

3 ’Tis  thine  all-powerful  arm 
Upholds  me  in  the  way  ; 

And  thy  rich  bounty  weil  supplies 
The  wants  of  every  day. 

4 For  such  compassions,  Lord  ! 

Ten  thousand  thanks  are  due, 

For  such  compassions,  I esteem 
Ten  thousand  thanks  too  few. 

566  C.  M?  Medford.  Waluey 

THANKS  to  my  God  for  every  gift 
His  bounteous  hands  bestow ; 


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And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 
Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 

2 Forever  let  my  grateful  heart 
His  boundless  grace  adore, 

Which  gives  ten  thousand  blessings  now, 

And  bids  me  hope  for  more. 

3 Transporting  hope  ! still  on  my  soul 
Let  thy  bright  glories  shine, 

Till  thou  thyself  art  lost  in  joys 
Eternal  and  divine. 

>7  8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

BLEST  be  thou,  O God  of  Israel, 

Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord  ! 

Blest  thy  majesty  forever ! 

Ever  be  thy  name  adored. 

2 Thine,  O Lord,  are  power  and  greatness  ; 
Glory,  victory,  are  thine  own; 

All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 

Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 

3 Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honor, 

Power  and  might  to  thee  belong; 

Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 

Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 

4 Lord  our  God  ! for  these,  thy  bounties, 

Songs  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 

To  thy  name,  forever  glorious, 

Ever  we  address  our  praise  ! 

C.  M.  Princeton.  Westford. 

The  Fearful  encouraged. 

YE  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears, 

Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 

Mercy— which,  like  a river,  flows 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2 Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell — 
Those  powers  will  God  restrain; 

His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 

And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3 Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good, 

For  his  he  will  provide  ; 

Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 

And  give  them  heaven  beside. 


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4 Fear  not  that  he  will  e’er  forsake, 
Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 

He’s  faithful  to  his  promises, 

And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5 Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave. 

Or  death’s  tremendous  sting ; 

He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

C.  M.  Covington. 

Refuge  in  God. 

DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2 To  thee  I tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 

Thy  word  can  bring  a sweet  relief, 
For  every  pain  I feel. 

3 Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
And  shall  I seek  in  vain? 

And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I complain  ? 

4 No — still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Attends  the  mourner’s  prayer; 

Oh  may  I ever  find  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there  1 

5 Thy  mercy -seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat; 

With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

570  C.  M.  Stamford. 

IN  every  trouble,  sharp  and  strong, 

My  soul  to  Jesus  flies  ; 

My  anchor-hold  is  firm  in  him, 

When  swelling  billows  rise. 

2 His  comforts  bear  my  spirits  up  $ 

I trust  a faithful  God; 

The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope 
Is  in  my  Saviour’s  blood, 
f 3 Loud  hallelujahs  sing,  my  soul. 

To  thy  Redeemer’s  name  ! 

In  joy,  or  sorrow— life,  or  death— 

His  love  Is  still  the  same. 

32 


Spencer. 


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498 

571  L.  M.  Mendon.  97th  Ps.  Tune. 
PRAISE — everlasting  praise  be  paid 

To  him  who  earth’s  foundations  laid  ; 

Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 

2 Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 

And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 

Reveals  his  kindest  promises. 

3 Whence  then  should  doubts  and  fears  arise  i 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes  i 
Slowly,  alas  ! the  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives, 
mf  4 Oh  for  a strong,  a lasting  faith  ! 

To  credit  what  th’  Almighty  saith! 

T’  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 

And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 
f 5 Then,  should  the  earth’s  foundations  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

572  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Spencer. 
DEAR  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies: 

*Tis  here  1 find  a safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2 My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  thou,  my  God,  art  near  ; 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 

And  banish  every  fear. 

3 My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 

Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 

Oh  ! let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4 Oh  ! never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ; 

Still  let  me  trust  thy  pcwer  and  love, 

And  dwell  beneath  tliy  feet. 

L.  M.  Hingham.  Alfreton. 

v7o  Prayer  for  Protection  and  Outdance . 

O THOU,  to  whose  all- searching  sight 
The  darkness  skinetk  as  the  light, 


HYMNS. 


499 


Search,  prove  my  heart — it  pants  for  thee  j 
Oh  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free  ! 

2 If  in  this  darksome  wild  I stray, 

Be  thou  my  light — be  thou  my  way; 

No  foes,  nor  danger  will  I fear, 

While  thou,  my  Saviour,  God,  art  near. 

3 When  rising  floods  my  soul  o’erflnw, 

W’hen  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wo, 

Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

mf  To  raise  my  head — and  cheer  my  heart. 

4 Oh  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

W'here  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
p Where  all  is  calm — and  all  is  peace. 

574  C.  M.  Medfield.  Spencer. 

LORD,  through  the  dubious  path  of  life 
Thy  feeble  servant  guide  ! 

Supported  by  thy  powerful  arm, 

My  footsteps  shall  not  slide. 

2 Let  others,  swelled  with  empty  pride, 

Of  wisdom  make  their  boasts  ; 

My  wisdom  and  my  strength  must  come 
From  thee,  the  Lord  of  hosts. 

3 To  thee,  O my  unerring  Guide ! 

I  would  myself  resign  ; 

In  all  my  wuiys  acknowledge  thee, 

And  form  my  will  to  thine. 

4 Thus  shall  each  blessing  of  thy  hand 
Be  doubly  sweet  to  me  ; 

In  all  my  griefs  I still  shall  have 
A refuge,  Lord,  in  thee. 

57  5 L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  Danvers, 

THOU,  Lord,  through  every  changing  scene, 
Hast  to  the  saints  a refuge  been  ; 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God  ! 

Their  pleasing  home — their  safe  abode. 

2 In  thee  our  fathers  sought  their  rest, 

And  were  with  thy  protection  blest; 

Behold  their  sons,  a feeble  race  ! 

WTe  come  to  fill  our  fathers’  place. 

3 Through  all  the  thorny  paths  we  tread, 

Ere  we  are  numbered  with  the  dead, 


500 


HYMNS. 


When  friends  desert — and  foes  invade, 

Be  thou  our  all-sufficient  aid  ! 

4 And  when  this  pilgrimage  is  o’er, 

And  we  must  dwell  on  earth  no  more, 

To  thee,  Great  God  ! may  we  ascend, 

And  find  an  everlasting  Friend. 

5 To  thee  our  infant  race  we’ll  leave  ; 

Them  may  their  fathers’  God  receive ; 

That  voices,  yet  unformed,  may  raise 
Succeeding  hymns  of  humble  praise. 

576  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Dundee. 
AUTHOR  of  good — to  thee  we  turn : 

Thine  ever-wakeful  eye 
Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern — 

Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2 Oh  let  thy  love  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  fear  our  footsteps  guide  ; 

That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, 

That  fear  all  fears  beside. 

3 And  oh,  by  error’s  force  subdued, 

Since  oft,  wkh  stubborn  will, 

We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 

And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; — 

4 Not  what  we  wish — but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply: 

The  good  we  ask  not,  Father,  grant — 

The  ill  we  ask — deny. 

577  c.  M.  York.  Grafton. 

GOD  of  our  fathers  ! by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  blest. 

Be  with  us  through  our  pilgrimage, 

Conduct  us  to  our  rest. 

2 Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 

And  raiment  fit  provide. 

3 Oh  spread  thy  sheltering  wings  around, 

'fill  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father’s  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

4 Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore ; 


HYMNS. 


501 


mf  And  thou,  the  Lord,  shalt  be  our  God, 

And  portion  evermore. 

C.  M.  Christina*.  Judea. 

O*o  Scripture  Characters  and  Examples. 

RISE,  O my  soul— pursue  the  path 
By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 

Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 

Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2 Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason’s  ear, 
And  in  example  live  ; 

Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 

Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3 ’Twas  thro’  the  Lamb’s  most  precious  blood, 
They  conquered  every  foe  ; 

To  his  almighty  power  and  grace, 

Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

p 4 Lord,  may  I ever  keep  in  view 
The  patterns  thou  hast  given, 

And  ne’er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 

Len  That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

579  C.  M.  Christmas.  Judea. 

t*  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Within  the  vail,  and  see 

The  saints  above — how  great  their  joys! 

How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

p 2 Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

fit  3 1 ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  $ 
They,  with  united  breath, 

Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 

Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4 They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  inspired  their  breath  ;) 

And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 

Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5 Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 
For  his  own  pattern  given, 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


502 


HYMNS, 


^ L.  M.  Duke  Street. 

O oU  Youth  admonished  of  the  Judgment . 

YE  sons  of  A-am,  vain  and  young, 

Indulge  your  eyes — indulge  your  tongue; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth — but  know 
There  is  a day  of  judgment  loo. 

2 God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts  j 
His  book  records  your  secret  faults; 

The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

Aff  3 Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities  ; 

And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

581  L.  M.  Uxbridge.  Medway. 

NOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 

Behold  the  months  come  hastening  on, 

When  you  shall  say — ‘ My  joys  are  gone.* 

2 Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 

Oppressed  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3 The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 

The  soul,  in  agony  of  pain, 

Ascends  to  God — not  there  to  dwell, 

But  hears  her  doom— and  sinks  to  hell. 

Aff  4 Eternal  King!  I fear  thy  name; 

Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  ! am  : 

And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 

Give  me  a mansion  in  thy  love. 

C.  M.  Nottingham.  Dundee. 
Youth  admonished  to  remember  their  Creator . 
CHILDREN,  to  your  Creator,  God, 

Your  early  honors  pay  ; 

While  vanity  and  youthful  blood 
Would  tempt  your  thoughts  astray. 

2 Be  wise — and  make  his  favor  sure, 

Before  the  mournful  day, 

When  youth  and  mirth  are  known  no  more. 
And  life  and  strength  decay. 


HYMNS. 


503 


3 The  memory  of  his  mighty  name 
Demands  your  first  regard  ; 

Nor  dare  indulge  a meaner  flame, 

Till  you  have  loved  the  Lord. 

583  C.  M.  Stephens.  Dundee. 

WHILE  in  the  tender  years  of  youth, 

In  nature’s  smiling  bloom, 

Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb ; — 

2 Remember  thy  Creator,  God  ; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ  ; 

Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 

Thy  portion,  and  thy  joy. 

3 He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 
Through  life’s  uncertain  sea, 

Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

. S.  M.  Hudson.  Dover. 

Oo4  The  Young  asking  for  divine  Guidance. 

FROM  earliest  dawn  of  life, 

Thy  goodness  we  have  shared  ; 

And  still  we  live  to  sing  thy  praise, 

By  sovereign  mercy  spared. 

2 To  learn  and  do  thy  will, 

O Lord,  our  hearts  incline  ; 

And  o’er  the  paths  of  future  life 
Command  thy  light  to  shine. 

3 While  taught  thy  word  of  truth, 

May  we  that  word  receive  ; 

And  when  we  hear  of  Jesus’  name, 

In  that  blest  name  believe! 

4 Oh  let  us  never  tread 

The  broad,  destructive  road. 

But  trace  those  holy  paths  which  lead 
To  glory,  and  to  God. 

L.  M.  Medway.  Dauvera. 

585  Prayer  for  Youth. 

GREAT  Saviour!  ,T,ho  didst  condescend 
Young  children  in  thine  arms  to  take, 

Still  prove  thyself  the  children’s  friend, 

And  save  them  for  thy  mercy’s  sake. 


HYMNS, 


2 While  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

Be  thou  their  guardian— thou  their  guide  ) 
That  they,  directed  by  thy  truth, 

May  never  from  thy  precepts  slide. 

3 To  rend  thy  word  their  hearts  incline  j 
To  understand  it,  light  impart: 

O Saviour  ! let  their  all  be  thine ! 

Take  full  possession  of  each  heart. 

586  C.  M.  Medfield.  Ely. 

BESTOW,  O Lord,  upon  our  youth 
The  girt  of  saving  grace, 

And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a fruitful  place. 

2 Grace  is  a plant,  where’er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root; 

But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 

And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3 Ye  careless  ones,  oh,  hear  betimes 
The  voice  of  saving  love  ! 

Your  youth  is  stained  with  numerous  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4 For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made  j 
Oh, join  the  public  prayer! 

For  you  the  sacred  tear  is  shed  ; 

Oh,  shed  yourselves  a tear ! 

5 We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 
The  Saviour’s  quickening  grace  ; 

Too  young  you  cannot  taste  his  love, 

Or  seek  liis  smiling  face. 

C.  M.  Oakland.  Ely. 

Oo7  Pleasure  of  instructing  the  Young. 

BLEST  work  ! the  youthful  mind  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  dark  and  dangerous  paths  of  sin, 

To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

2 Children  our  kind  protection  claim; 

And  God  will  well  approve, 

When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 

And  their  Redeemer  love. 

3 Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom’s  way 
To  guide  untutored  youth, 

And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray 
The  way,  the  life,  the  truth ! 


HYMNS. 


505 


4 Thy  Spirit,  Father ! on  us  shed, 

And  bless  this  good  design  : 

The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread  , 

Be  all  the  glory  thine. 

K C.  M.  Bedford.  Ely. 

Ooo  Parting  with  earthly  Joys. 

MY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight 
And  bids  the  world  farewell ; 

On  things  of  sense  why  fix  iny  sight? 

Why  on  its  pleasures  dwell  ? 

2 There’s  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth 
That  suits  my  soul’s  desire; 

To  bourn! less  joy,  and  solid  mirth, 

My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

3 No  longer  will  I ask  its  love, 

Nor  seek  its  friendship  more; 

The  happiness  that  I approve 
Is  not  within  its  power. 

4 Oh  ! for  the  pinions  of  a dove, 

T’  ascend  the  heavenly  road  : 

There  shall  I share  my  Saviour’s  love  ; 

There  shall  I dwell  with  God. 

589  L.  M.  Danvers.  Hingham. 

1 SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 

False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 

And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2 Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair; 

And  while  I listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  ev’n  conveyed  me  there 

AfF  3 Lord,  I adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 

That  drew  me  from  those  dangerous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

mf  4 Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes. 

Oh  ! for  the  pinions  of  a dove. 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5 There,  from  the  presence  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 

There  would  1 fix  my  last  abode, 

And  drown  the  sorrows  of  iny  soul. 


b06 


HYMNS, 


C.  M.  Grafton.  Medfield. 

otTLr  Earthly  Pleasures  dangerous . 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 

Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 

And  every  sweet  a snare. 

2 The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Shine  with  deceitful  light; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 

Where  we  possess  delight. 

3 Our  dearest  joys — our  nearest  friends — 

The  partners  of  our  blood — 

How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 

And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4 The  fondness  of  a creature’s  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  1 

’Tis  there  the  warm  affections  move, 

Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

6 Dear  Saviour!  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  soul’s  eternal  food. 

And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

L.  M.  Sunderland.  Hebron. 
Vanity  of  the  World  and  Happiness  of  Heaven. 

HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  ! 

How  transient  every  earthly  bliss ! 

How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 

That  binds  us  to  a world  like  this ! 

2 The  evening  cloud — the  morning  dew — 

The  withering  grass— the  fading  flower, 

Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 

The  glory  of  a passing  hour ! 

3 But,  though  earth’s  fairest  blossoms  die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  pain, 

There  is  a land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

mf  4 Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears: 

If  God  be  ours,  we’re  travelling  home, 

>•  Though  passing  through  a vale  of  tears. 


HYMNS. 


507 


t S.  M.  Dartmouth.  Dover. 

O Religion  a Support  in  Life. 

WHEN  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears 
The  trembling  heart  invade, 

And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
An  universal  shade, — 

2 Religion  can  assuage 
The  tempest  of  the  soul ; 

And  every  fear  shall  lose  its  rage 
At  her  divine  control. 

3 Through  life’s  bewildered  way, 

Her  hand  unerring  leads; 

And  o’er  the  path  her  heavenly  ray 
A cheering  lustre  sheds. 

4 When  reason,  tired  and  blind, 

Sinks  helpless  and  afraid  ; 

Thou,  blest  supporter  of  the  mind, 

How  powerful  is  thine  aid ! 

AfF  5 Oh  let  me  feel  thy  power, 

And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 
mt>  To  cheer  my  every  gloomy  hour, 
pp  And  calm  my  every  grief. 


^ C.  M.  G ration.  Medfield. 

Ovo  Human  Frailty. 

LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear; 

But  we’ll  confess,  O Lord,  to  thee, 

What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2 Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  ; 

A blasting  wind  sweeps  o’er  the  land, 

And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3 Our  Maker,  God,  supports  our  frame; 

In  God  alone  we  trust ! 

f Salvation  to  th’  almighty  name 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 


7s  & 6s.  Amsterdam. 

o94  Flight  of  Time. 

TIME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  ; 

Life  ia  but  a winter’s  day— 

A journey  to  the  tomb : 


508 


HYMNS, 


Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms; 

All  that’s  mortal  soon  shall  be 
Enclosed  in  death’s  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  ; 

Life  is  but  a winter’s  day — 

A journey  to  the  tomb  : 

But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 
Health  and  beauty,  soon,  above, 

Far  beyond  the  world’s  alloy 
Secure  in  Jesus’  love. 

C.  M.  Grafton,  JBether. 

OoO  Time  short  and  misspent. 

HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life! 

How  vast  our  soul’s  affairs  ! 

Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2 Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a moment’s  stay  ; 

Just  like  a story,  or  a song, 

We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3 God  from  on  liign  invites  us  home, 

Biit  vve  march  heedless  on, 

And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4 How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

That  slight  the  joys  above! 

What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 
That  break  such  cords  of  love  ! 

Aff  5 Draw  us,  O God,  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  li ft  our  thoughts  on  high, 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 

And  see  salvation  nigh. 

596  C.  M.  Grafton.  Ely. 

THE  dime  is  short ! — sinners,  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 

The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 

While  yet  ’tis  called  to-day. 

2 The  time  is  short ! — ()  sinners,  now, 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit ; 

To  mercy’s  golden  sceptre  bow, 

And  fall  at  Jesus’  feet. 


HYMNS. 


509 


3 The  time  is  short ! — ye  saints,  rejoice— 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come: 

Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Saviour’s  voice. 

To  call  you  to  your  home. 

4 The  time  is  short ! — it  swiftly  flies — 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 

When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 

And  reach  the  wisned-for  land. 

5 The  time  is  short !— the  moment  near, 
When  we  shall  dwell  above j 

And  be  forever  happy  there, 

WTith  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 

C.  M.  Spencer.  York. 

Time  the  Period  to  prepare  for  Eternity. 

THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2 The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 

Whate’er  w e do— where’er  we  be, 

We’re  travelling  to  the  grave. 

AfF  3 Great  God  ! on  what  a slender  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things ! 

Th’  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
>•  Upon  life’s  feeble  strings! 

4 Eternal  joy — or  endless  wo 
Attends  on  every  breath  ! 

And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

Aff  5 Awake,  O Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

598  L.  M.  Ralston.  Middlebury. 

LTFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 

The  time  t’  insure  the  great  reward  ; 

And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 

The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2 Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 

T’  escape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven  j 

The  day  of  grace — and  mortals  may 

Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 


510 


HYMNS. 


3 Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 

My  hands,  with  all  your  might,  pursue ; 

Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

4 There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 

Tn  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste  ; 

p But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Len  Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

599  S.  M.  Bethany.  Boxford. 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine, 

Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand  j 

And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 

It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2 The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away  ; 

Oh  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 

That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3 Since  on  this  fleeting  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 

Awake,  by  thine  almighty  power, 

The  aged  and  the  young. 

4 One  thing  demands  our  care  j 
Oh  ! be  that  still  pursued  ! 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5 To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 

>■  Lest  life’s  young,  golden  beams  should  die 
mf  In  sudden,  endless  night. 

^ S.  M.  Haverhill.  Aylesbury. 

oOO  Reflections  on  past  Generations . 

HOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 

The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity ! 

2 Our  fathers  ! where  are  thev, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  ? — 

Their  joys  and  griefs — and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honor — gone! 

3 But  joy  or  grief  succeeds 
Beyond  our  mortal. thought, 

Wnile  still  the  remnant  of  their  dust 
Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 


HYMNS. 


511 


4 There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 

Must  all  the  children  dwell  j 

Nor  other  heritage  possess, 

But  such  a gloomy  cell. 

5 God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend  ! 

While  we.  as  on  life’s  utmost  verge, 

Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

6 Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 

Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 

We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

S.  M.  Dover.  Pentonville. 

t>U  X Exhortation  to  work  while  it  is  Day. 

THE  swift-declining  day, 

How  fast  its  moments  fly  ! 

While  evening’s  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky. 

2 Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace, 

And  use  the  hours  of  light ; 

For  know,  its  Maker  can  command 
>•  An  instant,  endless  night. 

— 3 Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  rolling  sphere  ; 

Submissive,  at  his  footstool  bow, 

And  seek  salvation  there. 

4 Then  shall  new  lustre  break 
Through  all  the  horrid  gloom, 

And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light, 

In  your  celestial  home. 

602  L.  M.  Danvers.  St.  Paul’a. 

AWAKE — awake!  each  sluggish  soul, 

Awake — and  view  the  setting  sun  ! 

See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 

Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done  ! 
mp  2 Soon  will  he  close  our  drowsy  eyes, 

Nor  shall  we  hear  these  warnings  more: 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach  ; 

Ev’n  now  he  stands  before  the  door! 
mf  3 To-day,  attend  his  gracious  voice  ! 

And  hear  the  summons  which  iie  sends— 
“Awake  ! for  on  this  passing  hour, 

Thy  long  eternity  depends  I” 


512  HYMNS. 

Aff  4 O Saviour ! let  these  awful  scenes 
Be  ever  present  to  our  view  : 

Teach  us  to  gird  our  loins  about, 

And  trim  our  dying  lamps  anew. 

5 Then,  when  the  king  of  terror  comes, 

•<  Our  souls  shah  hail  the  happy  day: 
mf  Haste,  then,  O Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ! 

_ C.  M.  York.  Cheltenham. 

oOo  Triist  in  God  in  Old  Age. 

ALMIGHTY  Father  of  mankind, 

On  thee  my  hopes  remain  ; 

And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comes, 

I  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 

2 Tn  early  years  thou  wart  my  guide, 

And  of  my  youth  the  friend  ; 

And  as  my  days  began  with  thee, 

With  thee  my  days  shall  end. 

3 Thou  wilt  not  cast  me  off,  when  age 
And  evil  days  descend  ; 

Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  in  despair, 

To  mourn  my  latter  end. 

4 Therefore  in  life  I’ll  trust  to  thee, 

In  death  I will  adore ; 

And  after  death  will  sing  thy  praise, 

When  time  shall  oe  no  more. 

C.  M.  Wachusett.  Grafton. 
604  Meditation  on  Death. 

STOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to  rise, 
Converse  awhile  with  death  ; 

Think  how  a gasping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2 But  oh,  the  soul  '.-—that  never  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! — 

Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies — 

And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

3 And  must  my  body  faint  and  die? 

And  must  my  soul  remove? 

Oh  ! for  some  guardian  angel  nigh. 

To  bear  it  safe  above ! 

4 Jesus,  to  thine  almighty  hand 
My  naked  soul  I trust ; 


HYMNS. 


513 


And  waits  my  flesh  for  thy  command, 

>■  To  drop  into  the  dust. 

C.  M.  Grafton.  Cheltenham. 

Death  and  Judgment  appointed  to  all. 

HEAVEN  has  confirmed  the  dread  decree, 
That  Adam’s  race  must  die  : 

One  general  ruin  sweeps  them  down, 

And  low  in  dust  they  lie. 

2 Ye  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, 

Where  you  must  shortly  dwell ; 

Hark  ! how  the  awful  summons  sounds, 

In  every  funeral  knell ! 

3 Once  you  must  die — and  once  for  all— 

The  solemn  purport  weigh  : 

For  know,  that  heaven  or  hell  is  hung 
On  that  important  day  1 

4 Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  vailed, 
Must  wake,  the  Judge  to  see  ; 

And  every  word — and  every  thought — 

Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 

5 Oh  may  I in  the  Judge  behold 
My  Saviour  and  my  Friend  ; 

And,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend. 

C.  M.  Barby.  Eastporl. 

Admonition  to  prepare  for  Death. 

LIFE  is  a span — a fleeting  hour — 

How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 

Man  is  a tender,  transient  flower, 

That  ev’n  in  blooming — dies. 

2 The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 
Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 

And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 

And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3 Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 
When  what  we  now  deplore 

mf  Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4 Cease  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears— 
Thy  Saviour  dwells  on  high  ; 

There  everlasting  spring  appears— 

There  joys  shall  never  die. 

33 


HYMNS, 


514 

607  C.  M.  Grafton.  St.  Austin’s. 

WHEN  youth  and  age  are  snatched  away 
By  death’s  resistless  hand, 

Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

And  bow  at  God’s  command. 

2 While  love  still  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
With  awful  power  impressed, 

Let  this  dread  truth,  “ I too  must  die  !” 

►Sink  deep  in  every  breast ! 

3 May  this  vain  world  o’ercome  no  more! 
Behold  the  opening  tomb  ! 

It  bids  us  use  the  present  nour  j 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4 The  voice  of  this  instructive  scene 
Let  every  heart  obey  ! 

Nor  he  the  faithful  warning  vain 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5 Lord  ! let  us  to  our  refuge  fly  ! 

Thine  arm  alone  can  save: 

< Give  us,  through  Christ,  the  victory, 

mf  To  triumph  o’er  the  grave  1 

/iaq  C.  M.  Grafton.  Eaatport. 

Olio  Prayer  f hr  Support  in  Death. 

WHEN,  bending  o’er  the  brink  of  life, 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 

And  wait  to  pass  death’s  awful  flood, 

Great  God,  at  thy  command  ; — 

2 Thou  Source  of  life  and  joy  supreme, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 

Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
Tile  entrance  to  the  grave  ! 

3 Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 
Beneath  my  sinking  head, 

And  let  a beam  of  life  divine 
illume  my  dying  bed. 

C.  M.  Grafton.  Ely. 

oOlf  Preparation  for  Death, 

IF  T must  die,  oh  ! let  me  die 
With  hope  in  Jesus’  blood- - 

Tlie  blood  that  saves  from  sin  and  guilt, 

And  reconciles  to  God. 


HYMNS. 


515 


2 If  T must  die,  oh  ! let  me  die 
Iu  peace  with  all  mankind, 

And  change  these  fleeting  joys  below 
For  pleasures  more  refined. 

3 If  I must  die — and  die  I must — 

Let  some  kind  seraph  come. 

Arid  bear  me  on  his  friendly  wing 
To  my  celestial  home. 

4 Of  Canaan’s  land,  from  Pisgah’s  top, 

May  I but  have  a view ; 

Though  Jordan  should  overflow  its  banks, 
mf  I’ll  boldly  venture  through. 

C.  M.  Bether.  St.  Austin*!, 
ulv  Hope  in  Christ  a Support  in  Death. 

WHEN  Death  appears  before  my  sight 
In  all  his  dire  array, 

Unequal  to  the  dreadful  fight, 

My  courage  taints  away. 

2 How  shall  I meet  this  potent  foe, 

Whose  frown  my  soul  alarms? 

Dark  horror  sits  upon  his  brow, 

And  victory  waits  his  arms. 

3 Oh,  for  the  eye  of  faith  divine, 

To  pierce  beyond  the  grave  ! 

To  see  that  friend,  and  call  him  mine, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save. 

611  L.  M.  Hing'ham.  Shod. 

WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? — 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  arel 

Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2 The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  j 

Still  shrink  we  back  again  to  life, 

Fond  of  our  prison,  and  our  clay. 

3 Oh  ! if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 

mf  Fly  fearless  thiough  death’s  iron  gate, 

Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

— 4 Jesus  can  make  a dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 

While  on  his  breast  I lean  my  head, 

■>  And  breathe  in y life  out  sweetly  there. 


516 


HYMNS, 


^ ^ gy  C.  M.  Marlow.  Medford. 

61^  Faith  giving  Victory  over  Death . 

t»  OH  for  an  overcoming  faith 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ! 

To  triumph  o’er  the  monster,  Death, 

And  all  his  frightful  powers ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, 

‘Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave! 

And  where  the  monster’s  sting  V 

f 3 Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 

Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head. 

613  C.  M.  Mear.  Colchester. 

HOW  glorious  is  the  gift  of  faith, 

That  cheers  the  darksome  tomb, 

And  through  the  damp  and  gloomy  grave 
Can  shed  a rich  perfume  ! 

2 Triumphant  faith  ! — it  lifts  the  soul 
Above  desponding  fear; 

Exults  in  hope  of  heaven,  her  home, 

And  longs  to  enter  there  ! 


C.  M.  Barby.  York. 

0 14  Triumph  over  Death  in  Hope  of  the  Resurrection • 
mp  GREAT  God,  I own  thy  sentence  just, 

Ann  nature  must  decay  ; 

1 yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 

To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

f 2 Yet  faith  may  triumph  o’er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 

My  great  Redeemer  ever  lives, 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  comes. 

3 The  mighty  Conqueror  shall  appear, 

Hieh  on  a royal  seat ; 

And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 

Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 

4 Then  shall  I see  thy  lovely  face 
With  strong,  immortal  eyes, 

And  feast  upon  thine  unknown  grace, 

With  pleasure  and  surprise. 


HYMNS. 


517 


L.  M.  Hebron.  Ward. 

blO  The  peaceful  Deaih  of  the  Righteous. 

SWEET  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die, 
When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest: 

How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eve  ! 

How  gently  heaves  th’  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o’erj 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 

So  dies  a wave  along  the  shore, 
mf  3 Triumphant  smiles  the  victor’s  brow, 

>.  Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel’s  wing: 
ft*  O grave  ! where  is  thy  victory  now, 

And  where,  O Death,  where  is  thy  sting! 

616  S.  M.  Mornington.  Bethany. 
OH  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 

Oh  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 

2 Their  bodies,  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 

-<  Till  the  last  trumpet’s  joyful  sound 
mf  Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3 Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faitli  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4 With  us  their  names  shall  live 
Through  long  succeeding  years, 

tnp  Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 

— Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

Aff  5 Oh  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord! 

, Oh  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 

617  The  dying  Christian  to  his  Soul . 

VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame! 

Quit,  oh  ! quit  this  mortal  frame: 

Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying — 

Oh  ! the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 

Cease,  fond  nature — cease  thy  strife, 

And  let  me  languish  into  life ! 


hl8 


HYMNS, 


2 Hark  ! — they  whisper — angels  say, 

“ Sister  spirit,  come  away 

What  is  tliis  absorbs  me  quite  ? — 

Steals  my  senses- -shuts  my  sight — 

Drowns  my  spirits — draws  my  breath  ? — 

Tell  me,  my  soul — can  this  be  death? 

3 The  world  recedes — it  disappears — 

Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  ! — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring! — 

Lend,  lend  your  wings!  I mount!  I fly! 

“ O grave  ! where  is  thy  victory  ! 

O Death  ! w here  is  thy  sting!” 

C.  M.  York.  Medfield* 

Oi.cS  Submission  under  the  Loss  of  Friends. 

PEACE  ! ’tis  the  Lord  Jehovah’s  hand 
That  blasts  our  joys  in  death  ; 

That  mars  that  form  to  us  so  dear, 

And  gathers  back  the  breath. 

2 ’Tis  he — the  King  and  Lord  supreme 
Of  all  the  worlds  above, 

Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 

Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 

3 ’Tis  he,  whose  justice  might  demand 
Our  sotils  a sacrifice  ; 

Yet  scatters,  with  unwearied  hand, 

A thousand  rich  supplies. 

4 Silent  we  own  Jehovah’s  name  j 
We  kiss  the  scourging  hand  ; 

And  yield  our  comforts,  and  our  life, 

To  his  supreme  command. 

S.  M.  Bethany.  St.  Thomaa. 

619  Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

AND  must  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ! 

mf  2 God,  my  Redeemer,  lives. 

And  frequent  from  the  skies, 

Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 

1 ill  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3 Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 


HYMNS. 


519 


And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 

Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4 These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus’  dying  love — 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 

And  sing  his  power  above, 
mp  5 Accept,  O Lord,  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
f Till  tunes  of  nohler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

S.  M.  Bethany.  Little  Marlboro  • 
Resurrection  and  Judgment . 

AND  am  I born  to  die  ? 

To  lay  this  body  down  ? 

And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
Into  a world  unknown? 

2 Waked  by  the  trumpet’s  sound, 

I from  the  grave  must  rise, 

And  see  the  Judge,  with  glory  crowned, 

And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

3 How  shall  I leave  my  tomb? — 

With  triumph  or  regret? — 

A fearful  or  a joyful  doom — 

A curse,  or  blessing  meet  ? 

4 I must  from  God  be  driven — 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 

Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven— 

>•  Or  else  depart — to  hell. 

Aff  5 O thou,  that  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die, 

Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery  ; — 

6 Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ; 

That,  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 

I may  with  joy  appear. 

S.  M.  Pentonville.  Dover. 

0^1  Christ's  Second  Coming. 

IN  expectation  sweet, 

We’ll  wail,  and  sing,  and  pray, 

Till  Christ’s  triumphal  car  we  meet, 

And  see  an  endless  day. 


520 


HYMNS. 


2 He  comes ! — the  Conqueror  comes ! 

Death  falls  beneath  his  sword  ; 

The  joyful  prisoners  burst  their  tombs, 

And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 

3 The  trumpet  sounds — “ Awake  ! — 

Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come  1” — 

The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 

> While  hell  receives  her  doom. 

— 4 Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 
Who  love  the  ways  of  peace ! 

No  nisht  of  sorrow  e’er  shall  close, 

Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 

622  88,  7s  & 4.  Greece. 

LO!  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand,  thousand  saints,  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 

Jesus  comes — and  comes  to  reign. 

2 Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty! 

Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
p Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 

— - Shall  the  true  Messiah  see ! 

3 When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 
p “ Come  to  judgment ! — 

Come  to  judgment ! — come  away.” 

f 4 Yea,  amen  ! — let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 

Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known  ! 

Aff  Oh  come  quickly — 

f Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

623  P.  M.  Luther’s  Hymn.  Monmouth. 
GREAT  God  ! what  do  I see  and  hear! 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 

Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated ! 


HYMNS. 


521 


The  trumpet  sounds ! — the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before! 
Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

624  C.  M.  Stephens.  Stamford. 
SEE  ! where  the  great  incarnate  God 

Fills  his  majestic  throne, 

While  from  the  skies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  hast  judgment  down. 

2  Oh  may  I stand  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  seas  are  fled, 

And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  blessings  on  my  head  ! 

625  7s.  Lincoln.  Adullum. 

**  HARK  ! — that  shout  of  rapturous  joy, 

Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  ! 

Jesus  comes  ! — and  through  the  sky, 

Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

2 Hark  ! — the  trumpet’s  awful  voice 
Sounds  abroad,  through  sea  and  land  ; 

Let  his  people  now  rejoice  ! 

Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

3 See ! the  Lord  appears  in  view  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  before  him  fly! 

Rise,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  you — 

Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4 Go  and  dwell  with  him  above, 

Where  no  foe  can  e’er  molest  j 

Happy  in  the  Saviour’s  love! 

Ever  blessing,  ever  blest. 

626  8s,  7s  & 4.  Benson.  Messina. 

HAY  of  judgment. — day  of  wonders! 

Hark  ! — the  trumpet’s  awful  sound, 

Louder  than  a thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner’s  heart  confound  ! 

2 See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine! 

You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  “ This  God  is  mine  !’* 

Aff  Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine ! 


HYMNS. 


522 

mf  3 At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 

All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Aff  Careless  sinner, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

mf  4 But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below ! 

He  will  say,  “ Come  near,  ye  blessed, 

See  the  kingdom  [ bestow  : 

You  forever 

Shall  my  love  and  glory  know.” 

C.  M.  Dundee.  Spencer. 

0-4-7  The  Judgment  anticipated . 

WHEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 

1 see  my  Maker  face  to  face — 

Oh,  how  shall  1 appear  1 

2 Tf  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 

My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 

And  trembles  at  the  thought ; — 

3 When  thou,  O Lord  ! shalt  stand  disclosed 
In  majesty  severe, 

And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 

Oh,  how  shall  I appear ! 

4 Then  see  my  sorrows,  gracious  Lord  j 
Let  mercy  set  me  free ; 

While  in  the  confidence  of  prayer 
My  heart  takes  hold  of  thee. 

mf  5 For  never  shall  ray  soul  despair 
Thy  mercy  to  procure  ; 

Since  thy  beloved  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  irercy  sure  1 

628  C.  P.  M.  Aithlone. 

WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 

To  fetch  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  1 among  them  stand  ? 

Shall  such  a worthless  worm  as  I, 

Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 


HYMNS. 


523 


2 T love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 

Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all  ; 

But — can  I bear  the  piercing  thought? — 

What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3 O Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace — 

Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  th’  accepted  day  ; 

Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh  1<  t *ne  hear, 

To  still  my  unbelieving  rear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I pray. 

4 Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 

Whene’er  th’  archangel’s  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
f Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I’ll  sing, 

While  heaven’s  resounding  mansions  ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

629  L.  M,  Middlebury.  Sparta. 
THAT  day  of  wrath  ! that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ' 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner’s  stay? 

How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day, — 

2 When,  shrivelling  like  a parched  scroll, 

The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 

And  louder  yet — and  yet  more  dread, 

Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead? 

AfF  3 Oh  ! on  that  day — that  wrathful  day, 

When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 

Be  thou,  O Christ ! the  sinner’s  stay, 

Len  Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

630  S.  M.  Mornington.  Dartmouth. 
AND  will  the  Judge  descend? 

And  must  the  dead  arise? 

And  not  a single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2 How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face* 

;>  Astonished,  shrinK  away  i 

— 3 But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead  j 


524  HYMNS. 

*»-<  Hark  ! from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

AS*  4 Ve  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  hear  j 
Flee  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 

And  hud  salvation  there. 

8s,  7s  & 4.  Tamworth.  Suffolk. 
Ool  The  Judgment  welcomed  by  the  Righteous. 

LO  ! he  come  i — countless  trumpets 
Wake  to  life  the  slumbering  dead  ; 

Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels 
See  their  great,  exalted  Head  : 

Hallelujah! 

Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God. 

2 Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear! 

Truth  and  justice  go  before  him — 

Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear: 

Hallelujah  ! 

Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine. 

3 “ Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 

Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows  ; 

Endless  praise  be  your  employ 
Hallelujah! 

Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

^ C.  M.  St.  Austin’*.  Wachusctt. 

Banishment  from  God  intolerable . 

Aff  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th*  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 

When  T must  stand  before  my  Judge, 

And  pass  the  solemn  lest. 

2 Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys — 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart — 

3ow  could  1 bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word — **  Depart.” 

b Oh  ! wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I must  not  taste  his  love. 

4 Oh  ! tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands j 


HYMNS, 


525 


Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 

Where  my  salvation  stands. 

S.  M.  Bethany.  Pentonville. 

633  Reward  and  Punishment. 

OH  where  siir.ll  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  i 

’Twere  vain  the  ocean’s  depths  to  sound — 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole  ! 

2 The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

’Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3 Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4 There  is  a death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 

Oh  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  “ the  second  death  !” 

5 Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
Forevermore  undone. 


. L.  M.  Medway.  Middlebury. 

►4  Eternity  anticipated. 

ETERNTTY  is  just  at  hand, 

And  shall  1 waste  my  ebbing  sand  ? 

And  careless  view  departing  day, 

And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2 Eternity  ! — tremendous  sound  ! — 

To  gu ilry  souls  a dreadful  wound  ! 

But  oh  ! if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 

How  sweet  the  accents  ! — how  divine ! 

3 Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care — 

My  high  pursuit — my  ardent  prayer — 

An  interest  in  the  Saviour’s  blood, 

My  pardon  sealed,  and  peace  with  God. 

4 Bui  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain; 

The  rising  doubts  how  sharp  their  pain  1 
Mv  fears,  O gracious  God,  remove, 

Confirm  my  title  to  tliy  love. 


526 


HYMNS, 


5 Search,  Lord — oh  search  my  inmost  heart, 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart; 

From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 

And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 

C.  M.  Paunoi.  Judea. 

Holiness  of  Heaven. 

NOR  eye  hath  seen — nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Nor  sense,  nor  reason  known 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Son. 

2 But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a heaven  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home, 
p 3 Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; — 

— No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4 Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 
Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 

None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 

But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


C.  M.  Jordan.  Arundel. 

OoO  Treasure  in  Heaven. 

VES,  there  are  joys  that,  cannot  die, 

With  Cod  laid  up  in  store ! 

Treasures,  beyond  the  changing  sky, 

More  bright  than  golden  ore. 

2 To  that  bright  world  my  soul  aspires, 

With  rapturous  delight: 

Oh  for  the  Spirit’s  quickening  powers, 

To  speed  me  in  my  flight. 

C.  M.  Walney.  Spencer. 

6o7  Glories  of  Heaven . 

FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 

And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  delight, 

Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2 Fair  distant  land  ! — could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 

And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  1 


HYMNS. 


527 


3 No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know— • 
Realms  ever  bright  and  fair! 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo, 

Can  never  enter  there. 

4 Oh  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 
Our  hearts  with  ardent  love  ! 

Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5 Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  cour‘s  on  high  ; 

Then  bid  our  spirits  rise,  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 


C.  M.  Spencer.  Barty. 

638  'The  Heavenly  Rest. 

LORD,  I believe  a rest  remains 

To  all  thy  people  known  ; 

A rest,  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 

Where  thou  art  loved  alone. 

2 Eternal  Spirit,  make  me  know 
That  T shall  enter  in  ; 

Blest  Saviour,  now  thy  power  bestow, 

And  wash  me  from  my  sin. 

3 Oh  take  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove  ; 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 

The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

4 Come,  my  Redeemer,  come  away, 

Into  my  soul  descend  ; 

No  longer  from  thy  creature  stay, 

My  Author  and  my  end. 

639  8s  & 6s.  Laneshoro’.  Conway 
>»  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

— To  mourning  wanderers  given  : 

>»  There  is  a tear  for  souls  distressed, 
p A balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 

O ’Tis  found  alone — in  heaven. 

>■  2 There  is  a home  for  weary  souls, 

— • By  sins  and  sorrows  driven  ; 

> When  tossed  on  life’s  tempestuous  shoals, 
mf  Where  storms  arise — and  ocean  rolls, 
p And  all  i3  drear — but  heaven. 

3 There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

— The  heart  with  anguish  riven  $ 


528 


HYMNS. 


It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 

Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

>■  And  all  serene — in  heaven. 

mf  4 There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
p Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 
O Appears  the  dawn — of  heaven. 

C.  M.  Corinth.  Arlington. 

The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

JERUSALEM  ! my  glorious  home! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 

When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

In  joy,  and  peace,  in  thee? 

2 Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  l thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne’er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

3 There  happier  bowers,  than  Eden’s,  bloom, 
No  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 

Blest  seats  ! through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 

I onward  press  to  you. 

4 Why  should  T shrink  at  pain  and  wo? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 

I’ve  Canaan’s  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5 Jerusalem  ! my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 

Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

When  I thy  joys  shall  see. 

7s.  Lincoln.  Pleyel’s  Hymn. 

641  77 le  Saints  in  Glory. 

HIGH  in  yondei  realms  of  light, 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 

Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel’s  love! 
p 2 Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 

Gloomy  doubts— distressing  fears— 

Torturing  pain — and  heavy  wo. 

— 3 Happy  spirits  ! ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find, 


HYMNS. 


529 


p Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind ! 

— 4 ’Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

’Mid  th’  angelic  lyres  above, 

?ti  Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus’  love1. 

642  C.  M.  Judea.  St.  Martin 

HOW  happy  are  the  souls  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 

With  Jesus  they  are  now  at  rest, 

And  all  his  glory  see  ! 

2  “ Worthy  the  Lamb,”  aloud  they  cry, 

“ That  brought  us  near  to  God 
In  ceaseless  hymns  of  praise  they  shout 
The  virtue  of  his  blood, 
mp  3 Sweet  gratitude  inspires  their  songs. 
Ambitious  to  proclaim, 

Before  the  Father’s  awful  throne. 

The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

— 4 With  wondering  joy  they  recollect 
Their  fears  and  dangers  past ; 

And  bless  the  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Which  brought  them  safe  at  last. 

AfF  5 Lord,  let  the  merit  of  thy  death 
To  me  be  likewise  given  ; 

And  t,  with  them,  will  shout  thy  praise 
Through  all  the  courts  of  heaven. 

643  ■C.  M.  Walney.  Spencer. 

HOW  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 

A vail  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

2 Oh,  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 
On  strong,  immortal  wing, 

And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies,’ 

My  Saviour  and  my  King! — 

3  There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  there — divine  employ  ! — 

Thy  love  triumphant  they  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

4  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day, 

O’er  all  the  blissful  place  i 
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530 


HYMNS. 


Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay, 

And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 

C.  M.  Jude*.  Litchfield. 

t>44  Martyrs  glorified. 

“THESE  glorious  minds!— how  bright  they 
Whence  all  their  white  array  ? [shine  \ 

II ow  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day  ?” 

2 From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys 
On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 

And  strangely  washed  their  raiment  white 
In  Jesus’  dying  blood. 

3 Now  they  approach  fh’  eternal  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 

Their  warbling  harps,  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4 The  unvailed  glories  of  his  face 
Among  his  saints  reside, 

While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supplied. 

5 Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls, 
And  hunger  flee  as  fast : 

The  fruit  of  life’s  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6 The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 
Where  living  fountains  rise; 

And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 

_ „ 8s  & 7a.  Jerauld.  Beosou. 

vlo  Pardon  implored  for  National  Sins . 

DREAD  Jehovah  ! God  of  nations  ! 

From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 

Hear  thy  people’s  supplications, 

Now  for  their  deliverance  rise: 

2 Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 
Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 

Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding, 

Jesus’  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 


HYMNS. 


531 


3 Let  that  love  vail  our  transgression  ; 

Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression, 

Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

4 Lo!  with  deep  contrition  turning, 

Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend  ; 

Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning, 

Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

C.  M.  Spencer.  Eurford. 

040 Judgments  for  National  Sins  deprecated. 

ALMIGHTY  Lord  ! before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 

*Tis  on  thy  pardoning  grace  alone 
Our  dying  hopes  depend. 

2 Dark  judgments,  from  thy  heavy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 

Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 

And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3 How  changed,  alas  ! are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame ! 

What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 

Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

4 Oh  turn  us — turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

Convert  us  by  thy  grace  ; 

Then  shall  otir  hearts  obey  thy  word, 

And  see  again  thy  face. 

5 Then,  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 

We  will  not  sink  in  fear; 

mf  Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 

When  thou,  O God,  art  near. 

L.  M.  Hingham.  Waterrille. 

Providential  Goodness  of  God 

ETERNAL  Source  cf  every  joy  ! 

Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 

While  in  thy  presence  we  appear. 

Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2 Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  sup|K»rts  and  guides  the  wholes 

The  sun  is  taugut  by  thee  tv>  rise, 

And  darkness  when  to  vail  the  skies. 

3 Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks  and  days, 

Demand  successive  songs  of  praise , 


532 


HYMNS, 


Still  be  the  grateful  homage  paid 
With  morning  light,  and  evening  shade. 

4 Lord,  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 

And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 

Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 

Where  days  and  >ears  revolve  no  more. 

648  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Patinos. 
FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 

Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2 The  spring’s  sweet  influence, Lord, was  thine  j 
The  plants  in  beauty  grew  ; 

Thou  gav'st  the  summer’s  suns  to  shine, 

The  mild,  refreshing  dew. 

3 These  various  mercies  from  above 
Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 

A kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 

And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

4 We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway; 

Thy  hand  all  nature  hails; 

Seed  time  nor  harvest — night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter  fails. 

649  L.  M.  Brewer.  Waterville. 

JOTN,  every  tongne,  to  praise  the  Lord, 

All  nature  rests  upon  his  word : 

Mercy  and  truth  his  courts  maintain, 

And  own  his  universal  reign. 

2 At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east — and  leads  the  day; 
lie  guides  the  sun’s  declining  wheels 
Beneath  the  verge  of  western  lulls. 

3 Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 

Tiie  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 

4 Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine ; 

In  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine ; 

Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear; 

Great  God ! thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


HYMNS, 


533 


650  L.  M.  Brewer.  Waterrille,. 
GREAT  God  ! let  all  my  tuneful  powers 

Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name: 

Thy  hand  revolves  my  circling  hours — 

Thy  hand,  from  whence  my  being  came. 

2 Seasons  and  moons,  still  rolling  round 
In  beauteous  order,  speak  thy  praise; 

And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 

To  thee  successive  honors  raise. 

3 My  life,  my  health,  my  friends,  I owe, 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love; 

Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below, 

And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above. 

4 Thus  will  I sing  till  nature  cease, 

Till  sense  and  language  are  no  more; 

And  after  death  thy  boundless  grace, 

Through  everlasting  years  adore. 

651  L.  M.  Brewer.  Alfreton.. 

GREAT  Source  of  life,  our  souls  confess 
The  various  riches  of  thy  grace  ; 

Crowned  with  thy  mercies,  we  rejoice, 

And  in  thy  praise  exalt  our  voice, 
p 2 Thy  tender  hand  restores  our  breath, 

When  trembling  on  the  verge  of  death; 

It  gently  wipes  away  our  tears, 

And  lengthens  life  to  future  years. 

— 3 These  lives  are  sacred  to  the  Lord, 

By  thee  upheld — by  thee  restored  ; 

And  while  our  hours  renew  their  race 
We  still  would  walk  before  thy  face. 

4 So,  when  our  souls  by  thee  are  led 
Through  unknowni  regions  of  the  dead, 
f With  joy  triumphant  they  shall  move 
To  seats  of  nobler  life  above. 

C.  M.  Litchfield.  Warwick* 
Blessdngs  of  Providence  and  Grace. 
ALMIGHTY  Father!  gracious  Lord! 

Kind  guardian  of  my  days  ! 

Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record, 

In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2 In  life’s  first  dawm,  my  tender  frame 
Was  tliine  indulgent  care, 


534 


HYMNS. 


Lon"  ere  I cculd  pronounce  thy  name, 

Or  breathe  the  youthful  prayer. 

3 Each  rolling  year  new  favors  brought 
From  thine  exhaustless  store  ; 

But  oh  ! in  vain  my  laboring  thought 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o’er. 

4 While  sweet  reflection  through  my  days 
Thy  bounteous  hand  would  trace, 

Still  dearer  blessings  claim  my  praise — 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

5 Yes,  I adore  thee,  gracious  Lord ! 

For  favors  more  divine — 

That  I have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

6 Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 
And  every  weakness  dies, 

Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 


L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

^ God  acknowledged  in  JValional  Blessings . 

GREAT  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 
Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise — 

With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 

We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2 Thy  name  we  bless,  Almighty  God, 

For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 

To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod, 

This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3 Here  Freedom  spreads  her  banner  vide, 
And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray, — 

Here  thou  our  fathers’  steps  didst  guide 
In  safety  through  their  dangerous  way. 

4 We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel’s  light 
Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds; 

Dispels  the  shades  of  error’s  night, 

And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 

5 Great  God  ! preserve  us  in  thy  fear; 

In  dangers  still  our  guardian  be  ; 

Oh  spread  thy  truth’s  bright  precepts  here, 

Let  all  the  people  worship  thee. 


P.IAI 


HYMNS. 


535 


654  L.  M.  Old  Hundred.  All  Saint*. 

GREAT  God  ! beneath  whose  piercing  eye 
The  earth’s  extended  kingdoms  lie  ; 

Whose  favoring  smile  upholds  them  all, 
Whose  anger  smites  tbtfm,  and  they  fall  j— 

2 We  how  before  thy  heavenly  throne ; 

Thy  power  we  see — thy  greatness  own ; 

Yet,  cherished  by  thy  milder  voice, 

Our  bosoms  tremble  and  rejoice. 

3 Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown 
Their  children’s  children  long  shall  own  ; 

To  thee,  with  grateful  hearts,  shall  raise 
The  tribute  of  exulting  praise. 

4 Led  on  by  thine  unerringaid, 

Secure  the  paths  of  life  we  tread  j 
And,  freely  as  the  vital  air, 

Thy  first  and  noblest  bounties  share. 

5 Great  God,  our  guardian,  guide,  and  friend* 
Oh  still  thy  sheltering  arm  extend  j 
Preserved  by  thee  for  ages  past, 

For  ages  let  thy  kindness  last ! 

, ^ L.  P.  M.  St.  Helen’s. 

^ National  Praise  and  Prayer. 

WITH  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 

To  God  we  raise  united  songs  ; 

His  power  and  mercy  we  proclaim  : 

Through  every  age,  oh  may  we  own 
Jehovah  here  has  fixed  his  throne, 

And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 

2 Long  as  the  moon  her  course  shall  run, 

Or  men  behold  the  circling  sun, 

Lord,  in  our  land  support  thy  reign  ! 

Crown  her  just  counsels  with  success, 

With  truth  and  peace  her  borders  bless, 

And  all  thy  sacred  rights  maintain. 

L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

fjOO  Prayer  for  National  Gratitude  and  Holiness. 

LORD  ! let  thy  goodness  lead  our  land, 

Still  saved  by  thine  almighty  hand, 

The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 
To  thee,  our  Saviour,  and  our  King. 


536 


HYMNS. 


2 Let  every  public  temple  raise 
Triumphant  songs  of  holy  praise  ; 

Let  every  peaceful  private  home 
\ temple,  Lord,  to  thee  become. 

3 Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight ; 

Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 

Till  life’s  last  hour,  to  persevere. 

L.  M.  Danvers.  All  Saints. 

OOT  Praise  for  sparing  Mercy. 

GOD  of  my  life,tothee  belong, 

The  grateful  heart,  the  joyful  song; 

Touched  by  thy  love,  each  tuneful  chord 
Resounds  the  goodness  of  the  Lord. 

2 Thou  hast  preserved  my  fleeting  breath, 

And  chased  the  gloomy  shades  of  death ; 

The  venomed  arrows  vainly  fly, 

While  God,  our  great  deliverer’s  nigh, 
mp  3 Yet  why,  dear  Lord,  this  tender  care? 

Why  does  thy  hand  so  kindly  rear 
A useless  cumberer  of  the  ground, 

On  which  so  little  fruit  is  found? 

4 Still  let  the  barren  fig-tree  stand, 

Upheld  and  fostered  by  thy  hand ; 

< And  let  its  fruit  and  verdure  be 
mf  A grateful  tribute,  Lord,  to  thee. 

5 So  shall  thy  praise  employ  my  breath 
Through  life — and  in  the  arms  of  death, 

f My  soul,  the  pleasant  theme  prolong ; 

Then  rise  to  aid  th’  angelic  song. 

C.  M.  Stamford.  York. 

O O o 7ft  Behalf  of  charitable  Objects  generally . 

HIGH  on  a throne  of  light,  O Lord  ! 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ! 

What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 

Since  all  the  world  is  thine? 

2 Rut  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  children  of  thy  grace, 

Whose  humble  names  thou  wilt  confess 
Before  thy  F.ather’s  face. 

3 In  them  mayst  thou  be  clothed,  and  fed. 
And  visited,  and  cheered ; 


HYMNS. 


537 


And,  in  their  accents  of  distress — 

Our  Saviour’s  voice  be  heard. 

4 Whatever  our  willing  bands  can  give, 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  lay  ; 

Grace  will  the  humble  gift  receive, 

And  grace  at  length  repay. 

659  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Hudson* 
THY  bounties,  gracious  Lord, 

With  gratitude  we  own  ; 

We  praise  thy  providential  care, 

That  showers  its  blessings  down. 

2 With  joy  thy  people  bring 
Their  offerings  round  thy  throne; 

With  thankful  souls,  behold,  we  pay 
A tribute  of  thine  own. 

3 Oh  may  this  sacrifice 

To  thee,  the  Lord,  ascend, 

An  odor  of  a sweet  perfume, 

Presented  by  his  hand. 

4 Well  pleased  our  God  shall  view 
The  products  of  his  grace  ; 

With  endless  life  shall  he  fulfil 
His  kindest  promises. 

C.  M.  Litchfield.  St.  Martin’*. 

660  In  Behalf  of  the  Poor. 

BRIGHT  Source  of  everlasting  love, 

To  thee  our  souls  we  raise  ; 

And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A monument  of  praise. 

2 Thy  mercy  gilds  the  paths  of  life 
With  every  cheering  ray, 

And  still  restrains  the  rising  tear, 

Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 

p 3 When,  sunk  in  guilt,  our  souls  approached 
The  borders  of  despair, 

— Thy  grace,  through  Jesus’  blood,  proclaimed 
A free  salvation  near. 

4 What  shall  we  render, bounteous  Lord! 

For  all  the  grace  we  see? 
mp  Alas  ! the  goodness  we  can  yield 
>■  Extendeth  not  to  thee. 


538 


HYMNS, 


p 5 To  tents  of  wo — to  beds  of  pain, 
mf  We  clieerfnl'y  repair ; 

And,  with  the  gift  thy  hand  bestows, 

Relieve  the  mourner’s  care, 
f 6 The  widow’s  heart  shall  sing  for  joy, 

The  orphan  shall  be  glau  ; 

The  hungering  soul  with  joy  we’ll  point 
To  Christ,  the  living  bread. 

661  C.  M.  Litchfield.  Eastport* 
FATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 

All-powerful,  from  above, 

To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2 Oh  ! may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
That  generous  pleasure  know, 

Kindly  to  share  in  others’  joy, 

> And  weep  for  others’  wo. 

3 When  poor  and  helpless  sons  of  grief 
In  deep  distress  are  laid, 

Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
mf  And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

— 4 So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  man, 

When  throned  above  the  skies, 

And  in  the  Father’s  bosom  blest, 

He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5 On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 

For  us  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 

A balm  for  every  wound. 

662  C.  M.  Spencer.  Corinth. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another’s  pain  ; 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Is  never  raised  in  vain  ; — 

2 Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth, 
A brother’s  woes  to  feel, 

And  bleeds  in  pity  o’er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3 He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms 
To  every  child  of  grief: 

His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 

And  brings  unasked  relief. 


HYMNS. 


539 


4 To  gentle  offices  of  love 
His  feet  are  never  slow  : 

He  views,  through  mercy’s  melting  eye, 

A brother  in  a foe. 

5 Himself,  through  Christ,  hath  mercy  found, 
Free  mercy  from  above  ; 

That  mercy  moves  him  to  fulfil 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 


663 


H.  M. 

For  Sabbath  Schools. 


Acton. 


COMFi,  let  our  voices  join 
In  joyful  songs  of  praise ; 

To  God,  the  God  of  love, 

Our  thankful  hearts  we’ll  raise. 

To  God  alone  all  praise  belongs — 

Our  earliest  and  our  latest  songs. 

2 Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
The  book  of  life  divine, 

Where  our  Redeemer’s  love 
And  brightest  glories  shine: 

To  God  alone  all  praise  is  due, 

Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 

3 Within  these  haliowed  walls 
Our  wandering  feet  are  brought, 

Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 

And  heavenly  truths  are  taught : 

To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring; 

Let  young  and  old  his  praises  sing. 

4 Lord,  let  this  work  of  love 

Be  crowned  with  full  success! 

Let  thousands,  yet  unborn, 

Thy  sacred  name  here  bless  ! 

To  thee,  O Lord,  all  praise  to  thee 
We’ll  praise  throughout  eternity. 

664  C.  P.  M.  Columbfa. 

GREAT  God  ! our  voice  to  thee  we  raise ; 
Tune  thou  our  lips  and  hearts  with  praise, 
Thy  goodness  to  adore  : 

Our  life,  our  health,  and  every  friend, 

From  thee  arise — on  thee  depend. 

Kind  Father  of  the  poor  ! 

2 Stretch  o’er  our  heads  thy  guardian  wings. 
Secure  the  weak,  O King  of  kings! 

Our  shield  and  refuge  be : 


540 


HYMNS. 


Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  conduct  our  youth, 

Through  Christ,  the  life,  the  way,  the  truth, 
That  we  may  come  to  thee  ! 

3 While  friends  their  generous  aid  afford, 
Accept  the  kind  intention,  Lord, 

And  crown  it  with  thy  love  ; 
f Th^n  joy  shall  tune  our  humble  songs, 
tA  we  shall  join  immortal  tongues 
In  nobler  praise  above. 

L.  M.  Denton.  Dresden. 

OOO  In  Behalf  of  Widows  and  Orphans. 

THOU  God  of  hope  ! to  thee  we  bow  j 
Thou  art  our  refuge  in  distress  j 
The  husband  of  the  widow  thou, 

The  father  of  the  fatherless  ! 

2 The  poor  are  thy  peculiar  care, 

To  them  thy  promises  are  sure: 

Thy  gifts  the  poor  in  spirit  share  ; 

Oh  may  we  always  thus  be  poor! 

3 May  we  thy  law  of  love  fulfil, 

To  bear  each  other’s  burdens  here  ; 

Suffer  and  do  thy  righteous  will, 

And  walk  in  all  thy  faith  and  fear. 

4 Thou  God  of  hope  ! to  thee  we  bow, 

Thou  art  our  refuge  in  distress ; 

The  husband  of  the  widow  thou, 

The  father  of  the  fatherless ! 

666  C.  M.  St.  Austin’s.  Dundee. 

OH  gracious  Lord,  whose  mercies  rise 
Above  our  utmost  need  ! 

Incline  thine  ear  unto  our  cry, 

And  hear  the  orphan  plead. 

2 Bereft  of  all  a mother’s  love, 

And  all  a father’s  care, 

Lord,  whither  shall  we  flee  for  help? 

To  whom  direct  our  prayer? — 

3 To  thee  we  flee — to  thee  we  pray — 

Thou  shalt  our  Father  be: 

More  than  the  fondest  parent’s  care 
We  find,  O Lord,  in  thee! 

4 Already  thou  hast  heard  our  cry, 

And  wiped  away  our  tears: 


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Thy  mercy  has  a refuge  found 
To  guard  our  helpless  years. 

5 Oh  let  thy  love  descend  on  those 
Who  pity  to  us  show  ; 

Nor  let  their  children  ever  taste 
The  orphan’s  cup  of  wo. 

L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

t)t)7  On  Opening  a Place  of  Worship. 

HERE,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God, 

We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee; 

Oh  choose  it  for  thy  fixed  abode, 

And  guard  it  long  from  error  free. 

2 Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 

Hear,  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place. 
And  when  thou  hearest,  Lord,  forgive. 

3 Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 
The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 

Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Ee  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4 WTien  children’s  voices  raise  the  song, 
Hesanna ! to  their  heavenly  King, 

Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong, 
f Hosanna!  let  the  angels  sing. 

— 5 But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest? 

Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 

And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6 Thy  glory  never  hence  depart  t 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 

Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 

In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

668  78.  Pleyel’s  Iiyrnn.  Rotterdam. 

LORD  of  Hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 

Here  a house  of  prayer  and  ptaise; 

Thou  thy  people’s  hearts  prepare 

Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2 Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread  j 

Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 

May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest 


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3 Here  to  thee  a temple  stand, 

While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 

Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 

While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4 Hallelujah  ! — earth  and  sky, 

To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ; 

Hallelujah  ! — hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

669  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

AND  will  the  great  eternal  God 

On  earth  establish  his  abode? 

And  will  lie,  from  his  heavenly  throne, 

Avow  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2 We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise, 

And  sing  that  condescending  grace, 

Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 

And  call  us,  sinful  mortals,  near. 

3 These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise ; 

Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise  $ 

And  thou,  descending,  till  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

4 Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 

With  all  the  graces  of  his  train  ; 

While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 

To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

5 And  in  fhe  great  decisive  day, 

When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 

May  it  before  the  world  appear, 

That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

670  H.  M.  Bethesda.  St.  Philip’*. 

GREAT  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favor  crown 
Tliis  temple  as  thy  home, 

This  people  as  thine  own  : 

Beneath  this  roof,  oh  ! deign  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

2 Here  may  thine  ears  attend 
Our  interceding  cries, 

And  urateful  praise  ascend, 

Like  incense,  to  the  skies: 

Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 

And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 


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3 Here  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 

And  shine  like  polished  stones, 

Through  long  succeeding  days: 

Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 

While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore. 

4 Here  may  the  listening  throng 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 

Here  Christians  join  the  song 
Of  seraphim  above: 

Till  all  who  humbly  seek  thy  face, 

Rejoice  in  thy  abounding  grace. 

ri  H.  M.  Bethesda.  St.  Philip’i. 

GREAT  Father  of  mankind, 

We  bless  that  wondrous  grace, 

Which  could  for  gentiles  find 
Within  thy  courts  a place. 

How  kind  the  care  I For  us  to  raise 
Our  God  displays,  | A house  of  prayer! 

2 Though  once  estranged  afar, 

Wre  now  approach  the  throne  ; 

For  Jesus  brings  us  near. 

And  makes  our  cause  his  own  : 
Strangers  no  more,  I And  find  our  nome, 
To  thee  we  come,  J And  rest  secure. 

3 May  all  the  nations  throng 
To  worship  in  thy  house  ; 

And  thou  attend  their  song, 

And  smile  upon  their  vows  ; 

Indulgent  still,  I To  join  the  choir 
Till  earth  conspire  | On  Zion’s  hill. 

2 C.  M.  Stamford.  St.  Martin’a. 

GREAT  Sovereign  of  the  earth  and  sky. 

And  Lord  of  all  below  ; 

Before  thy  glorious  Majesty, 

Ten  thousand  seraphs  how. 

2 Yet  thou  art  not  confined  above  ; 

Thy  presence  knows  no  bound  ; 

WThere’er  thy  praying  people  meet, 

There  thou  art  always  found. 

3 Behold,  a temple  raised  for  theej 
Oh  meet  thy  people  here  ; 

Here,  O thou  King  of  saints,  reside, 

And  in  thy  church  appear. 


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4 Within  these  walls,  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 

Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 

The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5 Here  may  salvation  be  proclaimed, 

By  thy  most  precious  blood  ; 

Let  sinners  know  the  joyful  sound, 

And  own  their  Saviour.  God. 

6 Here  may  a numerous  crowd  arise, 

To  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 

Here  may  their  songs  salute  the  skies, 

To  ages  yet  unborn. 

C.  M.  Eastport.  Spencer. 

v7  O These  blessed  who  die  in  the  Lord . 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ! 

Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
p And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

— 2 They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 

From  suffering  and  from  sin  released, 
mf  They’re  freed  from  every  snare. 

— 3 Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They’re  present  with  the  Lord; 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
mf  End  in  a large  reward. 

C.  M.  Eastport.  Spencer. 

574  Death  and  Burial  of  Christians. 

WHY  do  w«  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death’s  alarms? 

’Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2 Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

To  heaven’s  desired  abode? — 

Why  should  wr  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
Which  keep  us  from  oui  God  ? 

3 Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

’Twas  there  the  Saviour’s  body  lay, 

And  left  a long  perfume. 

4 The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed ; 


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Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 

But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5 Thence  he  arose  ascending  high. 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  : 

Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 
mf"  6 Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise ; 

Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ! 

Ye  saints ! ascend  the  skies. 

675  It.  M.  Medway.  Munich. 
UNVAIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 

And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 

To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2 Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds — no  mortal  woes 

Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 

While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3 So  Jesus  slept — God’s  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed. 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade, 
f 4 Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ! 
Attend,  O earth  ! his  soveieign  word  j 
Restore  thy  trust — a glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

676  8s  & 7s.  Sicilian  flymn. 

CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O’er  tlie  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 

Pain,  ana  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2 While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,  through  night’s  deepening  shade. 

Glory’s  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th’  immortal  spirit’s  head. 

3 Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high. 

In  his  glorious  presence  living, 

They  shall  never — never  die  ! 

4 Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 

Sickness  there  no  more  can  come  ; 

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There,  no  fear  of  wo  intruding, 

Sheds  o’er  heaven  a moment’s  gloom. 


5 Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O’er  the  graves  of  those  ye  love  ; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 

They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

Dundee.  Collinghara 
° • • Death  of  a Minister. 

NOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry ; 

Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief. 
That  view  a Saviour  nigh : 

2 What  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death 
Does  (rod’s  own  house  invade  ? 

What  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 
Are  numbered  with  the  dead  ? 

3 Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust—  ‘ 
The  aged  and  the  young — 

The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  closed, 

And  mute  th’  instructive  tongue  ; — 

4 Th’  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 

His  eye  still  guides  us — and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

5 “ Lo  ! I am  with  you,”  saith  the  Lord, 

“ Your  safeguard,  and  your  guide  : 

Your  Saviour  still— and  happy  they 
Who  in  my  love  confide  !” 

6 Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 

And  this  shall  be  our  children’s  song, 

Len  When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 


c.  M.  Eastport.  Burford. 

v>7o  Meditation  on  the  Tomb. 

HARK  ! from  the  tombs  a doleful  sound  : 

My  ears,  attend  the  cry — 

“Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2 Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 

The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head. 

Must  lie  as  low  as  ours  l” 


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3 Great  God  ! is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure? 

Still  walking  downwards  to  the  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4 Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fiy  ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 

We’ll  rise  above  the  sky. 

C.  M.  St.  Austin’s.  Bangoi 

* ^ A Warning  from  the  Grave. 

BENEATH  our  feet  and  o’er  our  head 
Ts  equaj  warning  given  : 

Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 

Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 

2 Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  j 

Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 

Its  peril  every  hour. 

3 T urn,  mortal,  turn  ! — thy  danger  know: 
W’here’er  thy  foot  can  tread 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 

>■  And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

— 4 Turn,  Christian,  turn  !— tliy  soul  apply 
To  truths  which  hourly  tell, 

That  they  who  underneath  thee  lie 
Shall  live  for  heaven — or  hell ! 

C.  M.  Spencer.  St.  Austin’*. 

OdU  j,jie  jjouse  appointed  for  all  Living. 

p HOW  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 

WThere,  life’s  vain  tumults  past, 

Th’  appointed  house,  by  heaven’s  decree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last ! 

2 The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease— 
Their  passions  rage  no  more  ; 

And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 

3 All,  levelled  by  the  hand  of  death, 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 

< Till  God  in  judgment  call  them  forth, 

> To  meet  their  final  doom. 


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S.  M.  Bethany. 

681  Rapid  Flight  of  Time. 

MY  few  revolving  years, 

How  swill  they  glide  away! 

How  short  tne  term  of  life  appears, 

When  past — ’lis  but  a day  ! — 

2 A dark  and  cloudy  day, 

Made  up  of  grief  and  sin  ; 

A host  of  dangerous  foes  without, 

And  guilt  and  fear  within. 

3 Lord,  through  another  year, 

Jfthou  permit  my  stay, 

With  watchful  care  may  [ pursue 
The  true  and  living  way  ! 

682  C.  M.  St.  Mary’s.  Spencer. 

BEHOLD,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 

That  marks  the  passing  year  ! 

How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round  ! 
How  short  the  months  appear ! 

2 So  fast  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day. 

When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done, 

God’s  judgment  shall  survey. 

3 Yet,  like  an  idle  tale  we  pass 
The  swiftly  gliding  year, 

And  study  artful  ways  t’  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

Aff  4 Awake,  O God  ! each  trifling  heart 
Its  great  concern  to  see, 

That  all  may  act  the  Christian  part, 

And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

5 So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 

If  future  years  arise  ; 

Or  this  shall  bear  the  willing  soul 
To  joy  which  never  dies. 

C.  M.  Stamford.  York. 

683  Praise  for  Providential  Goodness. 

GOD  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise 

Our  voices  shall  resound  : 

Thy  hand  directs  our  fleeting  days, 

And  brings  the  seasons  round. 


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2 To  thee  shall  prateful  songs  arise, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend  ; 

Whose  constant  mercies  from  the  skies, 

In  genial  streams  descend. 

3 In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care. 

In  every  age,  we  see  : 

And,  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 

So  let  our  praises  be. 

4 Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene, 

To  every  age,  appear ; 

And  let  the  same  compassion  deign 
To  bless  the  opening  year. 

5 If  mercy  smile,  let  mercy  bring 
Our  wandering  souls  to  God  : 

In  our  affliction  we  shall  sing, 

If  thou  wilt  bless  the  rod. 

*4  L.  M.  Hague.  Hebron* 

GREAT  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand  ; 

By  that  supported  still  we  stand  : 

The  opening  year  thv  mercy  shows; 

Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2 By  day,  by  night — at  home,  abroad, 

Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 

By  his  incessant  bounty  fed — 

By  his  unerring  counsels  led. 

3 With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  ; 

The  future — all  to  us  unknown — 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 

And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4 Tn  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy — and  thou  our  rest; 

Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 

Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5 When  death  shall  close  our  earthly  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 

Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 

In  brighter  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

15  h M.  Rotterdam.  Old  Hundred* 

ETERNAL  God  ! T bless  thy  name, 

The  same  thv  power— thy  grace  the  same ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  friendly  care 
Begin,  and  close,  and  crown  the  year 


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2 Supported  by  thy  guardian  band, 

Amid  ten  thousand  deaths  I stand, 

And  see,  when  I survey  thy  ways, 

Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3 Thus  far  thine  arm  has  leu  me  on — 

Thus  far  1 make  thy  mercy  known; 

And,  while  I tread  this  desert  land, 

New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

mf  4 My  grateful  voice  on  Jordan’s  shore, 

Shaii  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more  ; 

Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

C.  M.  3arby.  St.  Austin’*. 

OoO  Reflections  at  the  End  of  the  Year . 

AND  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 

1 cannot  long  continue  here, 

And  this  may  De  my  last. 

2 M*uch  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 

And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 

The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3 Awake,  my  soul — with  utmost  care 
Thy  true  condition  learn  : 

What  are  thy  hopes  ? — how  sure  ? how  fair? 
What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

4 Behold,  another  year  begins  ! 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  ; 

Seek  pardon  for  thv  former  sins, 

In  Christ  so  freely  given. 

5 Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 

With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 

Nor  doubt  a happy  end. 

687  7s.  Benevento.  Pleyel’s  Hymn. 

WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 

Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 

Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 

We  a iittle  longer  wait ; 

But  liow  little — none  can  know. 


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2 Spared  to  see  another  year, 

Let  thy  blessing  meet  us  here; 

Come,  thy  dying  work  revive, 

Bid  thy  drooping  garden  thrive; 

Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ! 

Warm  our  hearts,  and  bless  our  eyes: 

Let  our  prayer  thy  pity  move  ; 

Make  this  year  a time  oflove. 

3 Thanks  fur  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  5 

Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view  ; 

Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young, 

Fill  us  with  a Saviour’s  love  ; 

When  our  life’s  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

C.  M.  Stamford.  St.  Martin’* 
^ Salvation  approaching. 

AWAKE,  ve  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  lift  your  voices  high  ! 

Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2 Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near: 

Then  gladly  view  each  closing  day, 

And  each  revolving  year  ! 

3 Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 

Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4 Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course 
Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ; 

Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 

Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

7s.  Lincoln.  Adnllura. 

•y  Providence  of  Ood  in  the  Seasons . 

PRATSE  to  God  ! — immortal  praise, 

For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days: 

Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 

Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2 All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o’er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich,  o’erflowing  stores,— 


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3 These,  to  that  dear  Source  we  owe 
Whence  our  sweetest  comforts  flow  ; 

These,  through  all  my  happy  days, 

Claim  my  cheerful  songs  of  praise. 

4 Lord,  to  thee  my  soul  should  raise 
Grateful,  never-ending  praise  ; 

And,  when  every  blessing’s  flown, 

Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 

690  II.  M.  Newbury.  Harwich. 

«»  HOW  pleasing  is  the  voice 

Of  God,  our  heavenly  King, 

Who  bids  the  frosts  retire, 

And  wakes  the  lovely  spring! 

Bright  suns  arise,  I And  beauty  glows, 
The  mild  wind  blows,  | Thro’  earth  and  skies. 

2 The  morn,  with  glory  crowned, 

His  hand  arrays  in  smiles: 

He  bids  the  eve  decline, 

Rejoicing  o’er  the  hills : 

The  evening  breeze  I His  beauty  blooms 
His  breath  perfumes  ; | In  flowers  and  trees. 

3 With  life  he  clothes  the  spring, 

The  earth  with  summer  warms  : 

He  spreads  th’  autumnal  feast, 

«<  And  rides  on  wintry  storms: 

— His  gifts  divine  I Ai.d  round  the  year 

Through  all  appear ; | His  glories  shine. 

691  L.  M.  Lowell.  Springfield. 

THE  flowery  spring,  at  God’s  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land : 

The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 

To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

2 His  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 

Through  all  her  coasts,  redundant  stores; 

And  winters,  softened  bv  his  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

3 The  changing  seasons,  months,  and  days 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 

And  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 

With  morning  light,  and  evening  shade. 

4 And  oh,  may  each  harmonious  tongue 
In  worlds  unknown  the  praise  prolong, 


HYMNS. 


553 


And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 


692 


C.  M.  Corinth.  Warwick. 

’ Spring . 


WHEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
And  blossoms  deck  the  spray  ; 

And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 


p"  2 Hark  ! how  the  feathered  warblers  sing  ! 
— ’Tis  nature’s  cheerful  voice  ; 
pc  Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 
f And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 


Aff  3 O God  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart; 
Then  shall  mv  meditation  trace 
Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart. 


f 4 Inspired  to  praise,  I then  shall  join 
Glad  nature’s  cheerful  song  ; 

And  love,  and  gratitude  divine 
Attune  my  joyful  tongue. 


693  S.  M.  Pentonville. 

GREAT  God,  at  thy  command 
Seasons  >n  order  rise  : 

Thy  power  and  love  in  concert  reign 
Through  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies 
2 How  balmy  is  the  air! 

How  warm  the  sun’s  bright  beams  ! 

While,  to  refresh  the  ground,  the  rains 
Descend  in  gentle  streams. 


3 With  grateful  praise  we  own 
Thy  providential  hand, 

While  grass,  and  herbs,  and  waving  corn. 
Adorn  and  bless  the  land. 


4 But  greater  still  the  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son  ; 

By  him  forgiveness,  peace,  and  joy, 

Through  endless  ages  run. 

694  8s.  Spring, 

THE  winter  i3  over  and  gone, 

The  thrush  whistles  sweet,  on  the  spray, 
The  turtle  breathes  forth  her  soft  moan, 

The  lark  mounts  and  warbles  away 


554 


HYMNS, 


2 Shall  every  creature  around 
Their  voices  in  concert  unite, 

And  I,  the  most  favoreil,  he  found, 

In  praising,  to  take  less  delight? 

3 Awake,  then,  my  harp,  and  my  lute ! 

Sweet  organs,  your  notes  softly  swell ! 

No  longer  my  lips  shall  be  mute, 

The  Saviour’s  high  praises  to  tell ! 

4 His  love  in  my  heart  shed  abroad, 

My  graces  shall  bloom  as  the  spring  j 

This  temple,  his  Spirit  s abode, 

My  joy,  as  my  duty,  to  sing. 

695  7s.  Edyfield. 

PLEASING  spring  again  is  here  ! 

Trees  and  fields  in  bloom  appear! 
p"  Hara  ! the  birds,  with  artless  lays, 

— Warble  their  Creator’s  praise  ! 

Aff  2 Lord,  afford  a spring  to  me  ! 

Let  me  feel  like  what  1 see: 

Ah  ! my  winter  has  been  long, 

Chilled  my  hopes,  suppressed  my  song. 

3 How  the  soul  in  winter  mourns, 

Till  the  Lord,  the  Sun,  returns ! 

Till  the  Spirit’s  gentle  rain 

B'ds  the  heart  revive  again  ! 

4 O beloved  Saviour,  haste, 

Tell  me  all  the  storms  are  past : 

Sp°ak,  and  by  thy  gracious  voice 

Make  my  drooping  soul  rejoice. 

C.  M.  Princeton.  Weston, 

698  Harvest. 

TO  praise  the  bounteous  Lord  of  all, 

Wake  all  our  thankful  powers  ; 

He  calls,  and  at  his  call  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 

2 His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps, 

His  goodness  we  will  sing  ; 

Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 

And  narvest  crowns  the  spring. 

3 Teach  us,  O gracious  God,  to  sow 
The  seeds  of  righteousness  ; 

Shine  on  our  souls — and  with  thy  beams 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 


HYMNS.  555 

L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Hingham. 

A Morning  Hymn. 

GOD  of  the  moniing.  at  thy  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 

And  like  a giant  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies 

2 Oh  ! like  the  sun  may  I fulfil 
Th*  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 

Witn  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

3 Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threatenings  just — thy  promise  sure; 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4 Give  me  thy  counsels  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 

All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 
Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 

693  C.  M.  Mear.  Ely. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes : 

Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2 Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats ; 

The  day  renews  the  sound. 

Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3 ’Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame  : 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 

My  sins  would  rouse  bis  wrath  to  flame, 

And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4 How  many  wretched  souls  have  fled 
Since  the  last  setting  sun  ! 

And  yet  thou  lengthen’st  out  my  thread, 

And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5 Great  God,  let  all  my  hour3  be  thine, 

While  1 enjoy  the  light; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 

And  bring  a peaceful  night. 

699  L.  M.  Alfreton.  Tallis’  Ev.  Hymn. 

AWAKE,  mj  soul,  and  with  the  sun 

Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run ; 


556 


HYMNS. 


Shake  off  dull  sloth — and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2 Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  inv  heart, 

And  with  the  angels  hear  thy  part, 

Who  all  nisrht  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th’  eternal  King. 

3 Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 

And  hast  refreshed  me  while  1 slept: 

Grant,  Lord,  when  I from  death  shall  wake, 

1 may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4 Lord,  T my  vows  to  thee  renew  j 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 

Guard  mv  first  springs  of  thought'nnd  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5 Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 

All  T design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 

In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

TOO  C.  M.  Walney.  Dundee. 

GOD  of  my  life,  mv  morning  song 
To  thee  I cheerful  raise : 

Thy  acts  of  love  ’tis  good  to  sing, 

And  pleasant  ’tis  to  praise. 

2 Preserved  by  thy  almightvarm, 

I passed  the  shades  of  night, 

Serene,  and  safe  from  every  harm, 

To  see  the  morning  light. 

3 While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

^ And  restless  pains  and  woes, 

In  gentle  sleep  I closed  my  eyes, 

And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4 Oh  let  the  same  almighty  care 
Through  all  this  day  attend  : 

From  everv  danger — every  snare, 

My  heedless  steps  defend. 

5 Pmile  on  mv  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days; 

And  let  thv  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

701  7.. 

THOTT  that  dost  my  life  prolong, 

Kindly  aid  my  morning  song; 


Edyfield. 


HYMNS, 


557 


Thankful  from  my  couch  I rise, 

To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

2 Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry  j 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh  ; 

Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 

Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3 Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night, 
*Twas  thy  hand  restored  the  light: 

Lord,  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 

Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 

4 Still  my  feet  are  pror.e  to  stray ; 

Oh  ! preserve  me  through  the  day: 

Dangers  every  where  abound  ; 

Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 

5 Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 

On  my  soul  thy  beams  display  5 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 

Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 

^ L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Alfreton. 

4 Jin  Evening  Hymn. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  ; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 

And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2 Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  j 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past ; 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3 I lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4 Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb, 

With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

703  C.  M.  Medfield.  Dundee* 

DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 
Like  holy  incense  rise ; 

Assist  the  ottering  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 


HYMNS. 


2 Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 
Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard ; 

And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 

Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3 Perpetual  blessings  from  above 
Encompass  me  around, 

But  oh  ! how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Redeemer  found  ! 

4 What  have  I done  for  him  who  died 
To  save  my  guilty  soul  ? 

Alas',  my  sins  are  multiplied, 

Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5 Yet,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

Lord,  to  thy  cross  I flee, 

And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 

To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

704  L.  M.  Duke  Street.  St.  Paul’s. 
GREAT  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I raise  ; 

Oil  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 

And  till  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2 My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently-rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 

And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3 Thy  love  and  power,  celestial  guard, 
Preserve  me  from  surrounding  harm: 

Can  danger  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  kind,  protecting  arm? 

4 Let  this  blest  hope  my  eyelids  close; 

With  sleep  refresn  my  feeble  frame ; 

Safe  in  thy  care  may  l repose 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

705  L.  M.  Tallis’  E*.  Hymn.  Alfreton. 
GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 

For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 

Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 

Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2 Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 

The  ill  that  1 this  day  have  done  : 

That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 

I,  ere  I sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


HYMNS. 


559 


3 Let  my  blest  Guardian,  while  I sleep, 
llis  watchful  station  near  me  keep, 

My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 

And  guard  me  from  til’  approach  of  ill 

4 Teach  me  to  live,  that  ! may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 

Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  1 may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

5 Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  ; 

5Tis  heaven  on  earth — ’tis  heaven  above  ! 

To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 

6 Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 

Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

c.  M.  York.  Medfield. 

IN  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me, 

Through  all  the  hours  of  night, 

And  grant  to  me  most  graciously 
The  safe-guaid  of  thy  might. 

2 With  cheerful  heart  I close  my  eyes 
Suice  thou  wilt  not  remove: 

Oh,  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love  ! — 

3 Or,  if  this  night  should  prove  the  last, 

And  end  my  transient  days; 

Lord,  take  me  to  Ihv  promised  rest, 

Where  I may  sing  thy  praise. 


C.  M.  Medfield.  Dundee. 

INDULGENT  God,  whose  bounteous  care 
O’er  all  thy  works  is  shown. 

Oh  let  my  grateful  praise  and  prayer 
Arise  before  thy  throne. 

2 What  mercies  has  this  day  bestowed! 

How  largely  hast  thou  blest ! 

My  cup  w'th  plenty  overflowed, 

With  cheerfulness  my  breast. 

3 Now  may  soft  slumber  dose  my  eyes, 

From  pain  and  sickness  free; 

And  let  my  waking  thoughts  arise, 

To  meditate  ou  thee. 


560 


HYMNS. 


4 Thus  bless  each  future  day  and  night, 

Till  life’s  vain  scene  is  o’er; 

And  then  to  realms  of  endless  light, 

Oh  let  my  spirit  soar. 

*708  S.  M.  Dover.  Bethany. 

ANOTHER  day  is  past, 

The  hours  forever  fled  ; 

And  lime  is  bearing  me  away, 

To  mingle  with  the  dead. 

2 My  mind  in  perfect  peace 
My  Father’s  care  shall  keep; 

1 yield  to  gentle  slumber  now, 

For  thou  eanst  never  sleep. 

3 How  blessed,  Ford,  are  they 
On  thee  securely  stayed  ! 

Nor  shall  they  be  in  life  alarmed, 

Nor  be  in  death  dismayed. 

709  S.  M.  Mornington.  Pentonville. 
THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear; 

Oh,  may  1 ever  keep  in  mind, 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2 Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 

May  angels  guard  me  while  I sleep, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 

3 And  when  I early  rise, 

To  view  th’  unwearied  sun, 

May  I set  out  to  win  the  prize, 

And  after  glory  run. 

4 Lord,  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I from  time  remove, 

Oh  may  I in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

710  7b.  Edyfield. 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 

Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 

Free  from  care — from  laoor  free, 

Lord,  I would  commune  with  thee. 

2 Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away : 


HYMNS. 


561 


Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 

Take  me.  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee! 

711  8s,  3s  & 6.  Auburn. 

ERE  [ sleep,  for  every  favor, 

This  day  showed 
By  my  God, 

1 do  bless  my  Saviour. 

2 Leave  me  not,  but  ever  love  me; 

Let  thy  peaee 
Be  my  bliss, 

Till  thou  hence  remove  me 

3 Thou,  my  rock,  my  guard,  my  tower, 

Safely  keep, 

While  l sleep, 

Me,  with  all  thy  power. 

4 And,  whene’er  in  death  I slumber. 

Let  me  rise 
With  the  wise, 

Counted  in  their  number. 

L.  M.  Duke  Street.  Medway. 

• A Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening . 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  j 

And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2 Thou  spread’st  the  curtains  of  the  night. 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  • 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 

And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3 I yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  l consecrate  my  days  ; 

Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

713  C.  M.  Peterboro*. 

HOSANNA,  with  a cheerful  sound, 

To  God’s  upholding  hand  j 

Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 

And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

2 7'hat  was  a most  amazing  power 
That  raised  us  with  a word  ; 

And  every  day,  and  every  hour, 

We  lean  upon  the  Lord 
36 


562 


HYMNS. 


3 The  rising  morn  cannot  assure 
That  vve  shall  end  the  day  ; 

For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  hurry  us  away. 

4 Our  life  is  forfeited  by  sin 
To  God’s  avenging  law  ; 

We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 

In  every  breath  we  draw. 

5 God  is  our  sun — whose  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  safety  brings  ; 

Our  feeble  frame  lies  safe  at  night, 

Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

714  C.  M.  Walney.  Bowdoin. 

ON  thee,  each  morning,  O my  God, 

My  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 

In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 

In  thee  my  wishes  end. 

2 My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys  ; 

And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A sacrifice  of  praise. 

3 When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 
With  his  protection  blest, 

In  peace  and  safety  I commit 
My  weary  limbs  to  rest. 

4 My  spirit,  in  his  hand  secure, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 

For,  whether  waking  or  asleep, 

Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 


GENERAL  ASCRIPTIONS  OF  PRAISE. 

^ 7s.  Pleyel’»  Hymn. 

4 jL*y  Humble,  Adoration  and  Praise . 
HEAVENLY  Father— sovereign  Lord, 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored  ! 

Lord,  thv  mercies  never  fail ; 

Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail  I 
2 Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 

Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear  j 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 

When  around  thy  throne  we  sing 


HYMNS, 


563 


3 While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 

Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way, 

Till  we  come  to  dwell  with  thee, 

Till  we  all  thy  glory  see. 
f 4 Then,  with  angel-harps  again, 

We  wi.l  wake  a nobler  strain  ; 

There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 

Our  triumphant  voices  raise. 

716  S.  M.  St.  Thomas.  Paddington. 
ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name! 

Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad, 

Through  all  creation’s  frame. 

2 Nature,  in  every  dress, 

Her  humble  homage  pays ; 

And  does  a thousand  ways  express 
Her  undissembled  ptaise. 

3 My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
Her  great  Creator  too  ; 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 

And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4 Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

And  oft  to  God,  my  soul,  ascend, 

In  grateful  songs  of  praise. 

717  7s.  Adullum.  Lincoln. 

SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 

Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 

When  Jehovah’s  work  begun, 

When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2 Pongs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 

When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born* 

Pongs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3 Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 

Pongs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day: 

God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth. 

Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4 Paints  below,  with  heart  and  voico. 

Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 

Learning  here,  hy  faith  and  love, 

Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 


564 


HYMNS. 


5 Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 

Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 

Then,  amid  eternal  joy. 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

718  78.  Lincoln, 

GOD  is  goodness,  wisdom,  power  j 

Love  him,  praise  him  evermore: 

Let  us  strive,  and  never  cease, 

Him  in  every  thing  to  please. 

2 Born  for  this  intent  we  are, 

Our  Creator  to  declare  ; 

God  to  love,  and  serve,  and  praise, 

God  to  honor  all  our  days. 

3 Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! — 

Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored  ! 

Filled  with  thee,  let  all  things  cry, 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

719  H.  M.  Acton* 

LET  every  creature  join 
To  bless  Jehovah’s  name, 

And  every  power  unite 
To  swell  th*  exalted  theme: 

Let  nature  raise,  I A general  song 
From  every  tongue,  | Of  grateful  praise. 

2 But  oh  ! from  human  tongues 
Should  nobler  praises  flow'; 

And  every  thankful  heart 
With  warm  devotion  glow : 

Your  voices  raise,  I Above  the  rest 
Yc  highly  blest,  | Declare  his  praise. 

3 Assist  me,  gracious  God  ; 

My  heart,  my  voice  inspire  $ 

Then  shall  I humbly  join 
The  universal  choir : 

Thy  grace  can  raise  | And  tune  my  song 
My  heart  and  tongue,  | To  lively  praise. 

720  C.  M.  Princeton.  Marlow, 

LIFT  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired  ; 

Loud  and  more  loud  the  anthems  raise, 

With  grateful  ardor  tired  1 


HYMNS, 


565 


2 Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 

Loads  ever*y  moment,  as  it  flies, 

With  benefits  unsought ! 

3 Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

From  whom  salvation  flows, 

Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4 Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

For  hope’s  transporting  ray, 

Which  lights  through  darkest  shades  of  death, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

721  S.  M.  Southfield.  Utica. 

STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2 Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 

Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 

And  laud,  and  magnify? 

3 Oh  for  the  living  flame 
From  his  own  altar  brought, 

To  touch  our  lips — our  minds  inspire, 

And  raise  to  heaven  our  thought  l 

4 There,  with  benign  regard. 

Our  hymns  he  deigns  to  hear; 

Though  unrevealed  to  mortal  sense, 

The  spirit  feels  him  near. 

5 God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 

Then  he  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
W7ith  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

6 Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  forevennore. 

722  C.  M.  St.  Martin’*. 

WE  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

Wre  sound  thy  dreadful  name: 

The  Christian  church  unites  the  songs 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


566 


HYMNS, 


2 Great  God,  how  wondrous  are  thy  works 
Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 

Thou  King  of  saints— almighty  Lord — 
llovv  just  and  true  thy  ways! 

3 Who  dares  refuse  to  fear  thy  name, 

Or  worship  at  thy  throne? 

Thy  judgments  speak  thy  holiness 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

723  c.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  Berwick. 
LET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 

But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2 We  raise  our  shouts,  O God,  to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne  ; 

All  glory  to  th’  united  Three, 

The  undivided  One. 

3 ’Twas  he — and  we’ll  adore  his  name— 

That  formed  us  by  a word  ! 

’Tis  he  restores  our  mined  frame — 

Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4 Hosanna!  let  the  earth  and  skies 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound  ; 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

724  7s  & 6s,  Amsterdanu 

PRAISE  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

And  keeps  his  courts  below  ; 

Praise  him  for  his  boundless  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  show. 

Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds  ; 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power; 

Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 

Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

2 Publish,  spread  to  all  around 
The  great  Immanuel’s  name: 

Let  the  gospel-trumpet  sound. 

Him  Prince  of  Peace  proclaim. 

Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string: 

All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 

All  the  power  of  music  bring, 

The  music  of  the  heart. 


HYMNS. 


567 


3 Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  every  creature  sing; 

Glory  to  our  Saviour  give, 

And  homage  to  our  King. 

Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath, 

As  in  heaven  on  earth  adored ; 

Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath, 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 

P.  M.  Judea. 

SING  hallelujah  ! praise  the  Lord ! 

Sing  with  a cheerful  voice  ; 

Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 

And  in  his  name  rejoice  : 

Ne’er  cease  to  sing,  thou  ransomed  host, 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Till  in  the  realms  of  endless  light, 

Your  praises  shall  unite. 

2 There  we  to  all  eternity 
Shall  join  th’  angelic  lays, 

And  sing  in  perfect  harmony 
To  God  our  Saviour’s  praise  ; 

He  hath  redeemed  us  by  his  blood, 

And  made  i»s  kings  and  priests  to  God  $ 

For  us,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! Amen. 

>6  C'.  M.  Stephen’s.  St.  Ann’s. 

YES — I will  bless  thee,  O my  God  ! 

Through  all  my  mortal  days, 

And  to  eternity  prolong 
Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2 Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 
The  honors  of  my  God  ! 

My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 

Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

3 Not  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 

Though  death  will  close  my  eyes : 

My  thoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  height* 

And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

4 There  shaM  my  lips  in  endless  praise 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay  : 

The  theme  demands  an  angel’s  tongue, 

And  an  eternal  day. 


HYMNS, 


568 

727  C.  M.  St.  Martin’s.  Berwick. 
MY  God,  my  King,  to  thee  I’ll. raise 

My  voice  and  all  my  powers  ; 

Unwearied  songs  of  sacred  praise 
Shall  fill  the  circling  hours. 

2  Thy  name  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue 
While  suns  shall  set  and  rise, 

And  tune  my  everlasting  song 
When  time  and  nature  dies. 

728  8s-  & 7s.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

PRAISE  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator  I 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue: 

Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 

Join  the  universal  song. 

2 Father!  Source  of  all  compassion! 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine: 

Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation  ! 

Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3 For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 

Sound  his  praise  through  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah’s  praise  on  high. 

4 Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  iri  heaven  our  song  we  raise; 

There,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

C.  M.  Marlow.  Westford. 

7 2 if  Universal  Praise. 

SING  to  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains, 

Let  earth  his  praise  resound  ; 

Let  all  the  cheerful  nations  join 
To  spread  his  glory  round. 

2 Thou  city  of  the  Lord  ! begin 
The  universal  song ; 

And  let  the  scattered  villages 
The  cheerful  notes  prolong 

3 Till,  midst  the  strains  of  distant  lands, 

The  islands  sound  his  praise; 

And  all,  combined,  with  one  accord, 
Jehovah’s  glories  raise. 


HYMNS. 


569 


730 


lls  & 8s. 


Wareham.  Salem. 


BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth, 

Oh  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear; 

Exult  in  his  piesence  with  music  and  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2 The  Lord  he  is  God — and  Jehovah  alone, 
Creator,  and  ruler  o’er  all ; 

And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3 Oh  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song. 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim  ; 

His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4 For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 
And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 

His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 

And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 


THE  Lord  is  great ! ye  hosts  of  heaven,  adore  him, 
Anri  ye  who  tread  this  earthly  ball ; 

In  holy  songs  rejoice  altfud  before  kirn, 

And  shout  his  praise  who  made  you  all. 

2 The  Lord  is  great — his  majesty  how  glorious  1 
Resound  his  praise  from  shore  to  shore  ; 

O’er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  now  made  victorious, 
He  rules  and  reigns  forevermore. 

3 The  Lord  is  great — his  mercy  how  abounding  I 
Ye  angels,  strike  your  golden  chords  ! 

Oh  praise  our  God  ! with  voice  and  harp  resounding, 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords  1 


PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  j 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


731 


P.  M. 


732 


L.  M. 

Doxologies. 


733 


C.  M. 


TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  whom  we  adore, 


Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


570 


ANTHEMS,  &c. 


ANTHEMS,  CHANTS,  AND  OTHER  PIECES, 
Appropriate  to  various  Occasions  of  Public  Worship . 

1. 

THE  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple ; let  all  the 
earth  keep  silence  before  him. 

2. 

LET  the  words  of  my  mouth,  and  the  medita- 
tion of  my  heart,  be  alway  acceptable  in  thy  sight, 
O Lord,  my  strength,  and*  my  Redeemer. 

3. 

WHEN  the  wicked  man  turneth  away  from  his 
wickedness  that  he  hath  committed,  and  doeth 
that  which  is  lawful  and  right,  he  shall  save  his 
soul  alive. 

4. 

I ACKNOWLEDGE  my  transgressions,  and  my 
sin  is  ever  before  me. 

Hide  thy  face  from  my  sins,  and  blot  out  all 
mine  iniquities. 

THE  sacrifices  of  God  are  a broken  spirit;  a 
broken  and  a contrite  heart,  O God,  thou  wilt  not 
despise. 

Rend  your  heart,  and  not  your  garments,  and 
turn  unto  the  Lord  your  God  ; for  he  is  gracious 
and  merciful,  slow  to  anger,  and  of  great  kindness, 
and  repenteth  him  of  the  evil. 

6. 

O BE  joyful  in  the  Lord,  all  ye  lands;  serve  the 
Lord  with  gladness,  and  come  before  his  presence 
with  a song. 

Be  ye  sure  that  the  Lord  he  is  God : it  is  he  that 
hath  made  us,  and  not  we  ourselves:  we  are  his 
people,  and  the  sheep  of  his  pasture. 

O go  your  way  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving, 
and  into  his  courts  with  praise.  Be  thankful  unto 
him,  and  speak  good  of  his  name. 

For  the  Lord  is  gracious  ; his  mercy  is  everlast- 
ing, and  his  truth  endureth  to  all  generations. 


571 


ANTHEMS,  &c. 

7. 

REPENT  ye,  for  the  kingdom  of  heaven  is  at 


I WILL  arise  and  go  to  my  Father,  and  will  say 
unto  him,  Father,  I have  sinned  against  heaven, 
and  before  thee,  and  am  no  more  worthy  to  be 
called  thy  son. 

9. 

O COME,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord;  let  us 
heartily  rejoice  in  the  strength  of  our  salvation. 

Let  us  come  before  his  presence  with  thanks- 
giving, and  show  ourselves  glad  in  him  with 
psalms. 

For  the  Lord  is  a great  God,  and  a great  King 
above  all  gods. 

In  his  hand  are  all  the  corners  of  the  earth  ; and 
the  strength  of  the  hills  is  his  also. 

The  sea  is  his,  and  he  made  it;  and  his  hands 
prepared  the  dry  land. 

O come,  let  us  worship  and  fall  down,  and 
kneel  before  the  Lord  our  Maker. 

For  he  is  the  Lord  our  God  ; and  we  are  the 
people  of  his  pasture,  and  the  sheep  of  his  hand. 

O worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holiness; 
let  the  whole  earth  stand  in  awe  of  him  ; 

For  he  cometh,  for  he  cometh  to  judge  the  earth, 
and  with  righteousness  to  judge  the  world,  and  the 
people  with  his  truth. 

10. 

MAKE  a joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord,  all  the 
earth : make  a loud  noise,  and  rejoice,  and  sing 
praise. 

Sing  unto  the  Lord  with  the  harp;  with  the 
harp,  and  the  voice  of  a psalm. 

With  trumpet,  and  sound  of  cornet,  make  a joy- 
ful noise  before  the  Lord  the  King. 

Let  the  sea  roar,  and  the  fulness  thereof;  the 
world,  and  they  that  dwell  therein. 

Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands : let  the  hills  be 
joyful  together  before  the  Lord  ; 

For  he  cometh  to  judge  the  earth:  with  right- 
eousness shall  he  judge  the  world,  and  the  people 
with  equity. 


572 


ANTHEMS,  &c. 


11. 

O SING  unto  the  Lord  a new  song,  for  he  hath 
done  marvellous  things. 

With  his  own  right  hand,  and  with  his  holy  arm, 
hath  he  gotten  himself  the  victory. 

The  Lord  declared  his  salvation  ; his  righteous- 
ness hath  he  openly  showed  in  the  sight  of  the 
heathen. 

He  hath  remembered  his  mercy  and  truth  toward 
the  house  of  Israel ; and  all  the  ends  of  the  world 
have  seen  the  salvation  of  our  God. 

Show  yourselves  joyful  unto  the  Lord,  all  ye 
lands  ; sing,  rejoice,  and  give  thanks. 

Praise  the  Lord  upon  the  harp  3 sing  to  the  harp 
with  a psalm  of  thanksgiving. 

With  trumpets  also  and  cornet,  O show  your- 
selves joyful  before  the  Lord  the  King. 

Let  the  sea  make  a noise,  and  all  that  therein 
is  ; the  round  world,  and  they  that  dwell  therein. 

Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands,  and  let  the  hills 
be  joyful  together  before  the  Lord  3 for  he  cometh 
to  judge  the  earth. 

With  righteousness  shall  he  judge  the  world, 
and  the  people  with  equity. 

12. 

IT  is  a good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord, 
and  to  sing  praises  unto  thy  name,  O Most  High  ; 

To  tell  of  thy  loving  kindness  early  in  the  morn- 
ing, and  of  thy  truth  in  the  night  season  ; 

Upon  an  instrument  of  ten  strings,  and  upon 
the  lute  3 upon  a loud  instrument,  and  upon  the 
harp ; 

For  thou,  Lord,  hast  made  me  glad  through  thy 
works  ; and  I will  rejoice  in  giving  praise  for  the 
operations  of  thy  hands. 


13. 

BLESSED  be  the  Lord  God  of  Israel,  for  he 
hath  visited  and  ledeemed  his  people  j 

And  hath  raised  up  a mighty  salvation  for  us,  in 
the  house  of  his  servant  David  3 

Ashe  spake  by  the  mouth  of  his  holy  prophets, 
which  have  been  since  the  world  began  ; 

That  we  should  be  saved  from  our  enemies,  and 
from  the  hand  of  all  that  hate  us. 


573 


ANTHEMS,  &c. 

14. 

PRAISE  the  Lord,  O my  soul,  and  all  that  is 
within  me,  praise  his  holy  name. 

Praise  the  Lord,  O iny  soul,  and  forget  not  all 
his  benefits ; 

Who  forgweth  all  thy  sin,  and  healeth  all  thine 
infirmities  ; 

Who  saveth  thy  life  from  destruction,  and 
crowneth  thee  with  mercy  and  loving  kindness. 

O praise  the  Lord,  ye  angels  of  his,  ye  that  excel 
in  strength  ; ye  that  fulfil  his  commandment,  and 
hearken  unto  the  voice  of  his  word. 

O praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  hosts  ; ye  servants 
of  his  that  do  his  pleasure. 

O speak  good  of  the  Lord,  all  ye  works  of  his,  in 
all  places  of  his  dominion. — Praise  thou  the  Lord, 
O my  soul. 

15. 

GOD  be  merciful  to  us,  and  bless  us,  and  show 
us  the  light  of  his  countenance,  and  be  merciful 
unto  us ; 

That  thy  way  may  be  known  upon  earth,  thy 
saving  health  among  all  nations. 

Let  the  people  praise  thee,  O God  ; yea,  let  all  the 
people  praise  thee. 

O let  the  nations  rejoice  and  be  glad ; for  thou 
shalt  judge  the  people  righteously,  and  govern  the 
nations  upon  earth. 

Let  the  people  praise  thee,  O God  j yea,  let  all 
the  people  praise  thee. 

Then  shall  the  earth  bring  forth  her  increase ; 
and  God,  even  our  own  God,  shall  give  us  his 
blessing. 

God  shall  bless  us ; and  all  the  ends  of  the  world 
shall  fear  him. 

16. 

WE  praise  thee,  O God,  we  acknowledge  thee 
to  be  the  Lord. 

All  the  earth  doth  worship  thee,  the  Father 
everlasting. 

To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud,  the  heavens  and  all 
the  powers  therein. 

To  thee  cherubim  and  seraphim  continually  do 
cry— 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth— Heaven 
and  earth  are  full  of  thy  great  glory. 


574 


ANTHEMS,  &c. 

17. 

HOW  beautiful  upon  the  mountains  are  the  feet 
of  him  that  biingeth  good  tidings,  that  publisheth 
peace ; 

That  bringeth  good  tidings  of  good,  that  pub- 
lisheth salvation ; that  saith  unto  Zion,  Thy  God 
reigneth ! 

Thy  watchmen  shail  lift  up  the  voice  j with  the 
voice  together  shall  they  sing ; 

For  they  shall  see  eye  to  eye,  when  the  Lord 
shall  bring  again  Zion. 

Break  forth  into  joy,  sing  together,  ye  waste 
places  of  Jerusalem : 

For  the  Lord  hath  comforted  his  people,  he  hath 
redeemed  Jeiusalern. 

The  Lord  hath  made  bare  his  holy  arm,  in  the 
eyes  of  all  nations  ; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  earth  shall  see  the  salva- 
tion of  our  Lord. 

18. 

THE  earth  is  the  Lord’s,  and  the  fullness  there- 
of ; the  world,  and  they  that  dwell  therein  ; 

For  he  hath  founded  it  upon  the  seas,  and  estab- 
lished it  upon  the  hoods. 

Who  shall  ascend  into  the  hill  of  the  Lord  ? and 
who  shall  stand  in  his  holy  place  ? 

He  that  hath  clean  hands,  and  a pure  heart,  who 
hath  not  lifted  up  his  soul  unto  vanity. 

He  shall  receive  the  blessing  from  the  Lord,  and 
righteousness  from  the  God  of  his  salvation. 

This  is  the  generation  of  them  that  seek  him, 
that  seek  thy  face,  O God  of  Jacob.* 

Lift  up  your  heads,  O ye  gates  ; and  be  ye  lifted 
up,  ye  everlasting  doors  j and  the  King  of  glory 
shall  come  in. 

Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 

The  Lord,  strong  and  mighty ; the  Lord,  mighty 
in  battle. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  O ye  gates ; even  lift  them  up. 
ye  everlasting  doors  ; and  the  King  of  glory  shall 
come  in. 

Who  is  this  King  o^  glory  ? 

The  Lord  of  hosts,  he  is  the  King  of  gloiy. 


See  Horue  on  this  postage. 


575 


ANTHEMS,  &c. 

19. 

The  Lord  is  merciful  and  gracious,  slow  to  anger, 
and  plenteous  in  mercy. 

He  will  not  always  chide ; neither  will  he  keep 
his  anger  forever. 

He  hath  not  dealt  with  us  after  our  sins,  nor  re- 
warded us  according  to  our  iniquities. 

For  as  the  heaven  is  high  above  the  earth,  so 
great  is  his  mercy  toward  them  that  fear  him. 

As  far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west,  so  far  hath 
he  removed  our  transgressions  from  us. 

Like  as  a father  pitieth  his  children,  so  the  Lord 
pitisth  them  that  fear  him. 

For  he  knoweth  our  frame ; lie  remembereth 
that  we  are  dust. 

20. 

CREATE  in  me  a clean  heart,  O God ; and  re- 
new a right  spirit  within  me. 

Cast  me  not  away  from  thy  presence,  and  take 
not  thy  Holy  Spirit  from  me. 

Restore  unto  me  the  joy  of  thy  salvation,  and 
uphold  me  with  thy  free  Spirit. 

Then  will  I teach  transgressors  thy  ways,  and 
sinners  shall  be  converted  unto  thee. 

21. 

WHEN  the  Lord  shall  build  up  Zion,  he  shall 
appear  in  his  glory. 

O pray  for  the  peace  of  Jerusalem ; they  shall 
prosper  that  love  thee. 

Peace  be  within  thy  walls,  and  plenteousness 
within  thy  palaces. 

This  shall  be  my  rest  forever,  saith  the  Lordj 
here  will  I dwell,  for  1 delight  therein. 

22. 

O PRATSE  God  in  his  holiness;  praise  him  in 
the  firmament  of  his  power ; 

Praise  him  for  his  noble  acts;  praise  him  accord- 
ing to  his  excellent  greatness  ; 

Praise  him  in  the  sound  of  the  trumpet;  praise 
him  upon  the  lute,  and  harp  ; 

Praise  him  in  the  cymbals,  and  dances ; praise 
him  on  strings,  and  pipes  ; 

Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath  praise  the  Lords 
praise  the  Lord. 


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ANTHEMS,  &c. 

23. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness  ! 

Awake  ! for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more  ; 

Bright  o’er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness, 

Arise  I for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o’er. 

Strong  were  thy  foes,  hut  the  arm  that  subdued  them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier. far ; 

They  fled  like  the  chaff  Irorn  the  scourge  that  pursued  them; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be; 

Shout ! for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 

Th’  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 


24. 

WATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  ot  promise  are. — 
Traveller!  o’er  yon  mountain’s  height, 
See  that  glory -beaming  star ! — 
Watchman  ! does  its  beauteous  ray 
Ansiitof  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? — 
Traveller ! yes  ; it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  ! tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  that  stai  ascends. — 
Traveller!  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  amf truth,  its  course  portends! — 
Watchman  ! will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? — 
Traveller ! ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o’er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman  ! tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. — 
Traveller!  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
.Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. — 
Watchman  ! let  thy  wanderings  cease  \ 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. — 
Traveller!  lo ! the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo ! the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


25. 

GLORY  he  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son,  and. 
to  the  Holy  Ghost,  as  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is 
now,  and  ever  shall  be,  world  without  end,  Amen. 


